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mthofferings2023 · 1 year ago

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Auction ID: 1125

Will create works for the following relationships: Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Logan/Charles Xavier - X-Men: Evolution Miguel O'Hara-centric - Spider-Verse (animated films) Miguel O'Hara/Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson - Spider-Verse (animated films) Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Greer Grant Nelson/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp & Layla El-Faouly & Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector - 616, MCU Astronaut Marc/Jean-Paul Duchamp - 616, MCU Yehya Badr & Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector & the Midnight Mission crew - 616, MCU

Work Description: (This is my SFW listing, if you are interested in explicit/sexual work, please look for my other auction.) This listing is for a generally safe for work fic piece starting at ~1,000 words. Each $5 bid will increase the piece’s word count by ~500 words, up to ~5,000 words maximum. If desired by the winner, the resulting word count may be split among multiple smaller fics. It may also inhabit a lower word count than the maximum if it is hit in bidding (IE: even if this auction hits a $55 bid, if you would like only a 2k word fic, I can do that). Word count is not exact and I may go slightly over or under depending on what fits the story best, but I will try to stick as close as I can. Due to current projects and plans, I will not be able to begin active prose work on this piece until early 2024 (likely early January, if not a bit later. I will communicate my availability with the winner). Discussions, planning, and an outline are welcome to be discussed and hammered out before then. This piece as well as my other listing will be taking the place of two regular commission slots for my January opening, and it is unlikely I will open more slots at that time. Winning a listing from me here is the best way to guarantee a slot from me in the near future. Clarifications for listed relationships: For any group platonic relationships or polyamorous romantic relationships, I am open to the whole group listed, as well as any combination of characters listed within that group (IE: I am open to writing polyamorous Marc/Steven/Jake, as well as only Marc/Jake or only Marc/Steven. This applies to platonic groups like the Midnight Mission Crew as well, as in I am open to writing stories only featuring Badr, Reese, and Soldier being friends, or only Steven and The House of Shadows). If a relationship you are interested in is not listed here but seems to fit with what I’m open to (IE: Greer & Frenchie, House of Shadows-centric, or even Miguel & The Moon Knight System), you are welcome to bid and reach out to discuss it with me. I may not be open to all pair ups or explorations, however, so please make sure you are at least interested in a story with what I already have listed currently. The "Astronaut Marc" listing refers to Captain Spector/Commander/MK-1 AKA the spaceman alter featured in the Lemire run, and his inner world version of Frenchie who fights alongside him. I am open to headcanoned characterizations/stories for these two, as well as larger AUs should the winner want to do something extra fun with them. Further content clarifications: I am open to melding aspects of different universes together in whatever way the winner would like (IE: MCU Moon Knight System interacting with Lemire Run events). Additionally, characters regularly a part of the chosen cast but not listed above are welcome (IE: Gena, Crawley, Lyla, Mayday), and additional side characters or Marvel cameos are welcome as long as I am given ample communication on versions and where to find information on them if I’m not familiar with them. While 616 is listed for all Moon Knight characters, I am not comfortable writing for runs I am not familiar with or am uncomfortable with (see DNWs above for some runs). I am most familiar with the Lemire 2016 run and the MacKay 2021 run versions of the characters. Headcanoned versions of additional Moon Knight system headmates are allowed to a certain extent (IE: Mr. Knight as a separate headmate or Dr. Harrow as a separate headmate would be fine, an original child alter would not). Examples of my work can be found in my portfolio links! What I have posted covers a range of content and word count, depending on the length and story type you are looking for. When contacting me after winning, please have a general idea of the story you would like to see. Further discussion on things like specific beats, headcanons, point of view, and tense may be discussed after.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

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-- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 2061

Will create works for the following relationships: Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Miguel O'Hara/Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson - Spider-Verse (animated films) Miguel O'Hara-centric - Spider-Verse (animated films) Khonshu-centric - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant - 616 Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Greer Grant Nelson/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Astronaut Marc/Jean-Paul Duchamp - 616, MCU The House of Shadows-centric - 616

Work Description: (This is my NSFW listing, if you are interested in non-sexual work, please look for my other auction.) This listing is for a sexually explicit fic piece starting at ~1,000 words. Each $2 bid will increase the piece’s word count by ~200 words, up to ~4,000 words maximum. If desired by the winner, the resulting word count may be split among multiple smaller fics. It may also inhabit a lower word count than the maximum if it is hit in bidding (IE: even if this auction hits a $40 bid, if you would like only a 2k word fic, I can do that). Word count is not exact and I may go slightly over or under depending on what fits the story best, but I will try to stick as close as I can. Due to current projects and plans, I will not be able to begin active prose work on this piece until early 2024 (likely early January, if not a bit later. I will communicate my availability with the winner). Discussions, planning, and an outline are welcome to be discussed and hammered out before then. This piece as well as my other listing will be taking the place of two regular commission slots for my January opening, and it is unlikely I will open more slots at that time. Winning a listing from me here is the best way to guarantee a slot from me in the near future. Clarifications for listed relationships/characters: For any polyamorous relationships, I am open to the whole group listed, as well as any combination of characters listed within that group (IE: I am open to writing polyamorous Marc/Steven/Jake/Jean-Paul, as well as any combination within such as Marc/Jake, Jean-Paul/Jake/Steven, etc.). If a relationship you are interested in is not listed here but seems to fit with what I’m open to (IE: Layla and Jean-Paul both being with the Moon Knight System at the same time, someone engaging sexually with the House of Shadows, Miguel x MK System) you are welcome to bid and reach out to discuss it with me. I may not be open to all pair ups or explorations, however, so please make sure you are at least interested in a story with what I already have listed. The "Astronaut Marc" listing refers to Captain Spector/Commander/MK-1 AKA the spaceman alter featured in the Lemire run, and his inner world version of Frenchie who fights alongside him. I am open to headcanoned characterizations/stories for these two, as well as larger AUs should the winner want to do something extra fun with them. Both the House of Shadows and Khonshu are listed as I greatly enjoy inanimate/nonhuman/godly sex, and if anyone out there would like some good old eldritch building or god fucking, I am very very open to that. I am very specific about how I pair Khonshu with other characters, however, so work with him would be less flexible on what I’m open for outside of a solo scenario. Although comics Steven/Jean-Paul is covered by my polyamorous relationship pair up rule, I am especially interested in the MacKay versions of Steven and Jean-Paul as a ship, and would love to create for them. Further content clarifications: I would like the focus of this story to be on sexual intimacy, porn, etc. as I’m interested in creating a short and smutty piece we can both be excited about and have fun with, so as long as it fits with my content boundaries, weird and wild ideas are welcome! Plot build up outside of the main sexual content will be kept to a minimum unless further discussed. I am open to melding aspects of different universes together in whatever way the winner would like (IE: MCU Moon Knight System interacting with Lemire Run events). Additionally, characters regularly a part of the chosen cast but not listed above are welcome to feature (IE: Gena, Crawley, Lyla, Mayday), and additional side characters or Marvel cameos are welcome but only in brief mentions or appearances. Trans headcanons are more than welcome for any character! And further headcanons such as kink preference, body features (bottom growth, top surgery/bottom surgery or not, etc.) may be discussed as well. While 616 is listed for all Moon Knight characters, I am not comfortable writing for runs I am not familiar with or am uncomfortable with (see DNWs above for some runs). I am most familiar with the Lemire 2016 run and the MacKay 2021 run versions of the characters. Headcanoned versions of additional Moon Knight system headmates are allowed to a certain extent (IE: Mr. Knight as a separate headmate or Dr. Harrow as a separate headmate would be fine, an original child alter would not). Examples of my explicit work can be found in my portfolio links! If you would like further examples of my explicit content, a few short original pieces may be found here and here. When contacting me after winning, please have a general idea of the story you would like to see. Further discussion on things like specific beats, headcanons, point of view, and tense may be discussed after.

Ratings: Explicit

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howaboutcastiel · 1 year ago

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Okay okay, out of curosity! And you don’t have to reply (I would rather you rest) what inspired you to write: The Teddy Bear (Jake Lockley x GN!Reader)

Okay well FIRST, I’ll rest when I’m dead

Second, Thank You for the ask ;-;

I believe that The Teddy Bear was based on a request, so that is where much of the idea came from. Oddly enough, my frame of reference for the shame/ wanting to hide a stuffy was from Luke on the Disney show Jessie and his stuffy Kenny (I have no idea why, I just will always remember that)

I am 21 and I keep 4 stuffies on my bed, I kept two of them on my bed while I was in college. I have a pink elephant with a baby shaker inside of it, named Jimmy Carter, a small gray bear named Barry Goldwater (I have a poli sci degree okay, it’s a joke. I do not endorse Barry fuckin Goldwater). I have two identical build-a-bear bunnies, one named Katie who I got when I was 6 and one named Brownie that I got when I was 8 and has one of those little heartbeat buttons inside it.

Anyway though, I understand the anxiety around being an adult with stuffies and not knowing how people with judge you, but I’ve never hidden my stuffies or the fact that I put coloring book pages on my wall for decor. I have faced a lot of regression in my late teens and early twenties because I have ASD with no support system (my parents do not believe I have autism and they don’t believe in psychiatric treatment in general)

I figured hey, Jake lives in a system with Marc and Steven. The system is autistic, but even if they weren’t, Jake Lockley would be the very last person in the world to judge someone for a stuffy. He would prefer a cat over a stuffy for emotional support (see: viejita) but he supports whatever works best for you

#moon knight #jake lockley #asks #answers #jonah says things

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teacupcollector · 2 years ago

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My Over-Whelmed Heart (Jake Lockley x GN Autistic Reader)

Marvel Masterlist

Warnings: Reader has a meltdown, Self Harm, Angst, Detailed Meltdown

A/N: I know not all people with Autism act or respond to situations like this, I am going off my own experience since I have Autism

A/N: Jake Lockley x GN Reader, Marc Spector x GN Reader (Minor), Steven Grant x GN Reader (Minor)

Summary: Steven comes home to a situation he wasn’t prepared for so Jake immediately takes the reins for everyone's safety and helps you through your meltdown.

Steven had no idea what to do he has never seen it this bad before. He just came home from work only to see you crying on the kitchen floor while clawing at your arms and rocking back and forth. You were inconsolable and Steven felt himself becoming overwhelmed at the sight. He wanted to get to the root of the problem, but your words were incoherent babbling. He could hear the flem building up in the back of your throat, and the snorting of your nose as you attempt to breath through your nose despite the snot running down your face. Steven tried to pry your hands away from your raw skin that were littered with scratch and bite marks, but was only met with being shoved away. It was like you had no idea who he was.

‘You need to restrain them Steven’ He looked over at the pot in the sink to see Jake in the reflection.

“What?! I can’t do that! What if I hurt them!” Steven says back.

‘They is doing more damage then you could do to them! You need to restrain them now!’ Jake shouts.

“I-I don’-” He suddenly feels his head loll back as he is transfered into his head space.

‘Jake wait!’ Steven calls out.

Jake doesn’t listen instead he sits himself behind you as close as he can get. He waits for a moment for your hands to be free before grabbing them and pulling them around you as if you are giving yourself a hug. He then wraps his legs around your waist to restrict further movement.

“Estoy aquí mi amor..” He says soothingly. “I am right here. Come back to me.”

You continue to thrash and twist with the back of your head meeting his nose.

“Mierda!” He exclaims before using both hands to put your wrists together.

He holds them in his right hand before using his left to pull your head back against his shoulder with the palm of his hand on your forehead.

“Let go!” You sob out. “Let go, let go, let go!”

‘Let go of them Jake!’ He hears Steven scream. ‘They wants you to let her go!’

‘You need to shut up and let me focus!’ Jake says back in his head.

Marc seems to have either checked out or is just staying silent, but Jake can’t think of that right now. His goal right now is to restrain you and calm you down in any way he can. He tries to ignore the taste of blood in his mouth and continues to whisper soothing word. He hates that he has to do this knowing that you will have some serious bruises for the next few days, but he continues to remind himself that it is necessary.

He doesn’t know how long it has been, but he realizes that the sun has gone down substantially since he has come home. What he does notice though is that you go limp in his arms as only your sobs can be heard.

“estoy aquí mi amor... estoy aqui mi corazon.” He says as he kisses the side of your head.

He holds you still in his tight grip for a few more minutes longer before relaxing his grip. He unlocks his legs from your waist and you immediately turn toward him and hide your face in his neck.

“Shhh... I’m here...” He says as he rubs firm yet soothing circles on your back.

As he does this he takes a look at the damage you dealt to yourself. He can see blood blisters beginning to form along your arms. He can also see bruises beginning to form on your wrists which hurt the most. He wishes he was here earlier, or co-conscience earlier to maybe coach Steven through this better instead of forcefully taking the body.

“I-I’m sorry!” You sob into his neck.

“I know... It’s going to be okay. Okay?” He doesn’t hear or feel a response so he continues to say.

“Do you want a bath?” He feels you nod at that.

He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. He sits you on the toilet lid and kisses your forehead. He is about to let go of you, but he feels you grip his left hand. He rubs your knuckles with his thumb as he starts the bath water. He decides to not use bubbles as to not irritate your damaged skin.

‘Let me out. I want to talk to them.’ He hears Marc say, but Jake shakes his head

‘Ja-’ ‘Not now Marc.’ He hears Steven coming to his defense.

Jake stops the water once it gets to the right height and looks over at you.

“Can I undress you mi corazon?” He asks and you nod.

He is thankful that you wore jeans today instead of the shorts you had as a second option. He takes off your socks and then your pants. He then goes for the T-Shirt you are wearing, leaving you in your undergarments.

“Can I take off the rest?” He asks and you nod. He slowly stands you up and removes the rest of your clothes.

He guides you toward the bathtub and eases you down slowly. He hears you his as your raw arms make contact with the warm water.

“Can you come in with me?” You murmur.

“Of course...” He says slowly.

He stands up and shuts the shower curtain so he can undress. He hears the water shift as you scoot forward. He looks in the Mirror to see a concerned Steven.

‘You got blood on your face, mate’ Jake nods and quickly rinses his face to remove the dried blood.

He turns to the bath and pauses before opening the curtain. “Do you still want me to come in?” He asks.

“Yes...” You say quietly.

He opens the curtain and steps into the water. He slowly sits down as his legs are placed on either side of you. He keeps his arms open and waits for you to recline back . It is a few seconds before you do.

“Can I wrap my arms around you?” He asks and you nod. He slowly wraps his arms around you and places warm open mouth kisses along your neck.

You both sit like that for a long time. The water is on the verge of becoming lukewarm. “Can you tell me what lead up to this?” He asks

You pause for a moment. “Now that I think about it... It’s stupid.”

“It isn’t stupid if this is the outcome...”

“It... It was a lot of things piling up today...” “Can you talk me through it?” He asks. You slowly nod.

“It started this morning... I forgot my ear buds for the bus ride to work... It was loud and people were touching me...” Jake tenses up for a moment.

“Not like that... Just people in my personal space... Which I wouldn’t have minded, but I didn’t have my music to distract me...”

You pause and turn side ways to lay your head over his heart.

“Take your time mi amor.” And you do. You wait three minutes before saying your next statement.

“It is a block from my bus stop to my work and it rained yesterday... I walked to close to the street and a car zoomed by, and my socks and shoes got wet.”

“Mhm...” Jake hums.

“Then my boss yelled at me... I got the wrong file out during a meeting which caused us to lose an important client. S-So I had soggy socks and my boss yelling at me...”

Jake hears that you are about to become over-whelmed by the memory so he tightens his grip around your body, not to restrain you but to compress you. This seems to calm you down.

“After that the paper I printed the sheets on later was wrong and I scratched my nails against it. I couldn’t do anything else for a hour until I picked the feeling from underneath my nails.”

Jake nods for you to continue. “I was sent home afterwards... I am under review now... I think I am going to lose my job..”

You sigh for a moment before looking up at him and caress the side of his face.

“I got over-whelmed at the thought of you three being disappointed in me...” He hears you sniff so he looks down at you with a frown.

“So when I got home I thought that doing the dishes would make you happy... Then I got wet food stuck underneath my nails and I just broke...” Jake kisses the top of your head.

“A-And I hurt you... I didn’t mean to Jake... You know I’d never it’s just I-”

“You didn’t know who we were in that moment... It is okay see?” He scrunches his nose like a bunny a couple times which makes you giggle at the facial expressions he makes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you nod and lean up to kiss him. He meets you half way. It isn’t passionate by any means it is gentle and soothing with no sexual intent behind it, which is rare for Jake.

He pulls away and smiles. “Lets get out okay? I want to clean you up.” He says with a smile. You nod and lean forward as he gets up.

He helps you out and wraps you in a towel and smiles again. He walks out and puts on a pair of boxers before coming back. He then opens the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and grabs a pair of nail clippers.

“Want me to clip your nails?”

“You don-” “I want to Mi Amor... Please let me...” You sigh and nod.

He goes slow and after clipping each nail he kisses the tips of your fingers. After he is done he goes back to the medicine cabinet and grabs some ointment and band aids. He sees you shudder away/

“I know you don’t like how it feels with clothes on. Do you want to sleep naked tonight?” He asks and you nod. “What about me? Do you want skin to skin?” You nod again and hug him again.

“I love you...” You say and he kisses your head.

“Not as much as us...” He says with a smirk. “We have three peoples worth of love in here.” He says with a small smile.

You laugh and let go so he can begin to bandage your arms. As he does he continues to place a kiss on each band aid he puts on. Once he is done he picks you up bridal style and takes you to the room you four share and sets you down. He makes sure to dry your hair well enough so it doesn’t stick to you while you sleep. He tosses the towel to the foot of the bed and pulls the covers up so you can slide in. He then tucks you in and kisses you head before going to the other side and sliding in. He keeps his distance and allows you to come to him. He opens his arms and you immediately curl into him. You tangle your legs with his and tuck your head in his neck.

“The others are worried. Would you like one of them to come out now?” He asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t want to be mean or anything... It’s just yo-” “I helped you through it. They understand mi paloma... They will never be mad at you for this. Same as if I was in their shoes I could never be mad at you.”

“But I scared Steven... I know I did.” You murmur.

Jake only nods. “You scared all of us, but you are okay now and so are we. That is all that matters.”

You nod and kiss his collar bone. “Will you be here when I wake up?” you ask and he nods.

“If you want me to I will be.” You nod. “As long as th-” “They are fine with it. You and your comfort is our top priority. They understand.”

You look into his eyes and say. “I will talk to you both tomorrow okay? I am sorry I scared you guys...”

‘We understand love, sleep well.’ Steven says in their head.

‘Rest easy okay? We will be here when you want us.’ Marc responds

You tuck your head into his neck again and Jake drags his fingertips lightly on the skin of your back.

“Sleep well okay? I will be here when you wake up. I will make you your favorite in the morning okay?” He asks and you nod.

“I love you...” You say as you close your eyes.

Jake smiles and kisses the top of your head and continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear until your breathing evens out before he slowly falls asleep.

#moon knight #marvel #jake lockely #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockely x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight system #x gender neutral reader #x autistic reader #Jake Lockley x autistic reader #x gender neutral autistic reader #angst #fluff #angst with a hopeful ending #melt down

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ms5m1th · 2 years ago

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Papa loses Baby when playing hide and seek, but she won't come out until someone else calls her.

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"Baby, this isn't fun anymore! Come out now!"

No answer.

Marc had reluctantly began to play hide and seek with Baby, just wanting to entertain them for a while, but now they've disappeared. Now, he's running around the flat, checking in any and every space where they might be.

"Why would they be in the toilet!?"

"I don't know Steven! How did they get in top of the fridge that one time?! Can you tell me that!?"

"Calm down, the-"

"Why would I calm down when I CAN'T FIND THEM, JAKE!?"

Marc starts stimming, starting to get overwhelmed as tears started to well in his eyes.

"W-Where are they? I-I can't,"

If Marc was in his right mind, he would of heard a giggle coming from above him. But he wasn't, so he didn't. Jake, however, heard this and sighed.

'They're gonna kill us one day,' Jake thought before forcefully pushing to the front. Ignoring his headache, he looks up and glared. There they were, in the rafters like a damn monkey staring straight down at him.

"Guppy, get down. Now,"

Not noticing his tone, they tilted there head. "Why, Papi?" Jake said nothing, staring back at them. "You made Papa overwhelmed looking for you. You had him worried when you didn't answer his calls. I need you to come back down, now." This made them frown, but comply.

"Didn't mean to, Papi. I was silly," As they were about to fall, Jake caught them with a sigh. "I know that, Guppy, but Papa didn't know that you were trying to be silly. He thought something happened to you."

Guppy said nothing, and avoided the sight of Jake in their peripheral all together, looking at Gus' tank. "Hey," Jake softly guided their head towards him, caressing their face when they look past him but attentive.

"It's okay to be silly, but just try to pay more attention, okay? That way, no one gets overwhelmed, okay?"

Guppy nods, but their breathing gets heavier. "'Kay, didn't mean... d-didn't," They whine as they harmfully stim, their hands hitting their head as their eyes squeeze shut. Jake felt a gentle poke in his head, and allowed it, causing Marc to front.

"Sh, baby. It's okay, everything's alright." They shake their head, hitting it harder. "Hey, stop that." Marc grabs their hands and guided to his chest instead. The first few hits land on his collarbones before they tried to mask it. "Stop that, baby. Stop. You're gonna hurt yourself. You can hit Papa, it's okay."

They hesitantly but reluctantly started hitting his chest as Marc squeezed with the pressure that they needed. Eventually, they claimed down as was being rocked as Marc hummed.

"You okay, baby?" Guppy sniffles and blinks, snuggling closer to Marc. "No more hiding seek for a while, huh?" They shake their head softly, and falls asleep.

They weren't going to play that game for a while. But that was fine by them.

#marc spector x reader #cg!Marc Spector #autistic marc spector #jake lockley x reader #autistic jake lockley #cg!Jake Lockley #autistic steven grant #cg!Steven Grant #little!reader #autistic reader #little!moonlight #agere fic

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simping-overload · 2 years ago

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hi!!! i was wondering if you could maybe write moon knight hcs / what each alter would do if u were going thru autistic overstimulation and how they would try help? like for example: calming the m!reader down or comforting him n stuff like that :) - 🐾

RAMBLES ∘ hope this was good, I myself am not autistic but I've experienced overestimulation before. But sorry if this is exactly accurate

APPEARANCES ∘ marc spector, steven grant, jake lockley

TAGS ∘ describe as being in a long term relationship for each boys since they would understand more the longer they're with you, autistic reader, overstimulation, male reader

CW ∘

BLOG DISCLAIMER ∘ ヾthis is a multi fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem alligened(she/her, she/they) please do not follow or interact with my mlm/nbmlm related post!! you will be blocked if you do not heed this warning

marc

marc would get you away from the situation as soon as possible

He either grabs your comfort item like a blanket or a suffie

or sometimes he pulls you into his chest so you can listen to his heart beat

he runs his hands through your hair too or he lets you play with his

steven

even though he has been with you for a while, he sometimes panics

he will sit beside you rubbing circles into your shoulders

Will make your comfort drink like tea or hot chocolate

He will also put on your favorite movie if that'll help

jake

..not the best at comfort but he tries

he's an amazing cook so he makes your favorite comfort foods

wraps you up your favorite blanket as you two eat

Kisses your head when you finish you food

#🐾 anon #x male reader #male reader #moon knight x male reader #moon knight x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x male reader #marc spector x male reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector #autistic reader #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight

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lovely-necromancy · 2 years ago

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The Moon and the Stars ch5

Pairings: Mark Spector/Reader, Steven Grant/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader

Warnings: Swear words, inaccurate DID, inaccurate Spanish (I’m like lvl one guys bonus I did grow up in a bilingual family so accurate bilingual moments)

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It was a long and silent walk back to the car. Everyone was walking on eggshells to not crack under the suffocating silence that had fallen over your now large group. The occasional sniffle could be heard from the young boy gripping your hand to the point it was starting to feel numb. As Mateo played with the rings on your fingers doing his best to calm down.

After you'd released him from the hug back in the library; you, Layla, and Peter all saw double. When standing next to Steven it would be hard to even try and deny who Mateo got his genes from. It was telling if it got even Peter to shut his mouth. Matt had to make his own conclusions based off of the general reactions. Thankfully for once he'd put a lid on his sarcastic comments and was allowing everyone else to have a moment to process the big reveal. Or he was focusing on how to explain this all to Foggy later, the man was like an overprotective older brother when it came to you, he probably wouldn't be too happy to know you'd have a child with this strange man.

There were a few glances sent Steven's way by large teak wood doe eyes. All the work Mateo did to soothe himself was undone with every glance he sent in the man's direction – the you boy's eyes fluttering rapidly and the grip on your hand constricting even more.

Not one of the system had said one word to him.

And it was heart breaking to watch Mateo struggle with the silence. You wanted nothing more than to engulf him in another hug and reassure him things were fine. That Steven, Marc, and Jake just needed a little bit to get their thoughts together; that unlike you the men hadn't been expecting to meet their future son this week. But it wasn't the time to have a sit down with the kid, you still needed to get him somewhere safe, somewhere with wards built in.

Not to mention you'd hate to just put the men on the spot like that – they deserved this brief moment of contemplation. Especially with the way Steven was wringing his hands as if he were trying to pop his wrist right off of his arm.

Then the silence was abruptly shattered for you and Steven when you got to the car.

“Kid's too small, he needs a booster seat.” Jake said via reflection in the back window as you all approached.

His gaze flickered towards Steven but would linger on Mateo as he spoke to his headmate, likely forgetting that you could also hear him.

Steven jumped out of his skin when the words suddenly came flying out, breaking him from his thoughts. The system could speak in their headspace and hear each other fine, but Steven was known to block out everything when he was so deep in thought. Scaring the hell out of Steven to get his attention had become accepted by all including Steven, begrudgingly.

Steven's jump went unnoticed to the other three as Peter had stopped walking suddenly and frantically began attempting to pop his ears. Layla looked on concerned and Matt stopped as she slowed down, not wanting to bump into his guide should she stop.

“You alright Peter?” she asked confused by his sudden jittery behavior.

“Uh...hm.. yeah just, got an intense ringing just now.”

The back of Peter's neck was practically crawling and he couldn't gauge where his senses were telling him to look.

“Well then, Mr. Parker we should probably get you home then. Maybe laying down will help that.” Matt let go of Layla's arm as he used his cane to find Peter again.

Taking your focus off of Jake's ranting you ask, “Did you guys need a ride?”

“No that's alright, I should get back to the firm. Have to get some work done today.” Matt jokes.

Peter nods, “And I need to pick up some things for May before dinner tonight.” Peter presses his hand to his ear and rapidly shakes it. Wincing as the pressure and motion to nothing to stop the ringing and tingling in his ear.

“Ok, just text when you get home.”

“You too.” Matt calls out as he finds his way using his cane to catch the sidewalk.

When Peter makes to leave without saying anything you call out to him, “I'm serious Parker, don't make me call May tonight. It'll be that LEGO ship if you do.”

“Ok, yea I'll text when I get home.”

Jake was still ranting to Steven having switched to Spanish when Steven kept ignoring him. Ignoring was the wrong term, the British man seemed more stumped on how to respond to the badgering coming from his normally laid back alter.

You sigh.

“We don't have time t run and grab a booster seat Jake.” you're tired and annoyed and it comes through in your tone.

You miss the way Layla's eyes follow Peter with a questioning frown in place.

Having finally gotten a response from someone Jake hones in on you instead.

“He's too small we need a booster seat.”

“And where do you suppose we go to get one? How would we all get there?” it's clear that if you take into account Jake's concern someone will have to stay behind with Mateo as the rest of the party gets a booster seat.

“There are stores literally everywhere it won't even take thirty minutes.” he bites back.

“Hah, in this city? It'll take thirty minutes just to park, ask Marc.”

Mateo tugs on your hand gaining your attention. You tilt your head at him with a small “Hmm?”

“Papi solo se preocuparse.”

And that's what launched Jake into commanding the body from Steven who was still a bit of a space cadet, unable to follow the alter's or your argument.

“Y buena razón!” Jake gently chides the boy before facing you, his posture straight as he meets you with direct eye contact. “A seat belt won't properly fit him, he'll get hurt if there's an accident.” he stresses to you.

“Ok, I get that, I really really do but what's your solution? You run to the store while we stay out in public,” you lean into whisper, “with a time traveler? The longer we stay out in the open the more risk we're putting Mateo in. We need to think about his safety, Jake.”

“I am thinking about his safety, you want him flying through -”

Mateo lets out a shrill yell.

“Family meeting!”

It's effective in stopping the argument between you and Jake.

You're eye level with your son before you really register what he's just asked for, surprisingly Jake also followed your lead, kneeling at his side.

“What's up?”

“Qué es?”

His little shoulders relax as his eyes dart from your face to Jake's and repeats the motion a few times. Finding his words before he speaks.

Wringing his hands he looks away from Jake, keeping his eyes trained on your own hands resting on your knees.

“Hola papi.” he whispers in the smallest voice.

And still Jake's features grow impossibly soft at the timid greeting, “Hola hijo, ¿qué pasa?” he asks gently.

Biting his lip Mateo looks up at his father once more scuffing his toe into the ground. He hesitantly stretches his arms out to the man. Jake's face is a mixture of confusion and pure shock when it clicks what the boy wants. Gingerly he wraps his arms around him, one arm firmly around his torso and the other coming up to let him cradle the back on his son's head as Mateo roosts into his chest.

With shakey pupils and unsteady breath Jake looks directly into your eyes over Mateo's shoulder. In that instant you both understood you needed to work together for your son's sake.

After Jake released Mateo from the embrace he looked deeply into your eyes and spoke as if he were trying to reach your soul.

“I don't like it but...I'll drive carefully. No middle seat though.” he says with an air of finality as his eyes turn back to their normal confident indifference.

You nod, “I trust you.” and you did.

You'd all made it back to your apartment in one peace; you even shot off texts to Foggy, Peter, and Matt letting them know that you'd made it home safely. You gave everyone free run to make themselves at home in your cozy little one bedroom apartment. Mateo stayed by your side clutching your hand in one of his while his other had Jake firmly planted.

You weren't sure who had the stronger grip on who in the moment.

Layla made her way to the couch and collapsed into it, taking a minute to breathe before straightening up and looking over at the three of you. Her heart clenched a little at the small family before her, a passing thought of a future she and Marc never had – had talked about but hadn't gone further than the what if phase.

She swallows that down, evening out her tone with a heavy exhale, “We gonna talk about this elephant in the room then?”

Mateo turns scanning the part of the room, even standing on his tip toes trying to peer down the hallway.

You choke back the laugh that threatens to spill from your lips, Layla bites back her smile – Jake has no qualms about letting out a small chortle at the child's naivety.

“It's just a saying baby, Auntie Layla just wants to talk about our family.” he doesn't look convinced by your explanation, like there could still be some type of elephant in the room but he'll accept your explanation for now.

You wait for Layla to speak again, knowing she has something on her mind. She takes her time eyes roaming over Mateo who stops his search and beams over to her with a small wave of your conjoined hands.

“Hi, auntie!”

She cracks a small smile despite the clench in her chest and the stinging behind her eyes.

“Hi Mateo, nice to meet you.” it gets a giggle out of the little boy, who bashfully tries to hide behind your legs.

Layla thinks carefully about her words before she asks, “So, Mateo Marc's your dad?”

The way his nose scrunches up and his brows dip down at that question is too cute. You really hadn't thought much about kids in your future, when you did they were just passing thoughts here or there but Mateo is really winning you over.

“No.” he says shaking his head and Jake stiffens next to you as you look from him to his mini me and back. There's no possible way they can't be related.

Jake's thumb flattens his knuckles in a muted cracking but there is no pop only the dull and heavy pressure on his knuckles.

“Steven's my dad. Marc's pops, and Jake is papi.” it's spoken with the conviction only a child could convey. Simple and with no room for argument; each word was spoken as if it were truth and law.

“And what else can you tell us hijo?”

Mateo stops trying to hide behind you when Jake speaks to him, he leans close to his father bumping into his side as he sways back and forth between you two.

“Um...” he mumbles before locking eyes with Jake. He straightens out his posture and says, “I'm seven and this is my first time jump!” his voice is filled with bravado and pride. His grin fades once he remembers something. Turning in on himself his hands slip from your grasps falling limp by his sides, shoulders slumping downwards making him appear smaller as well as downcast eyes stubbornly refuse to look any of you as he mumbles out, “I think...I missed my mark. I wasn't home I was here in zazi's apartment. I was supposed to be home.”

His eyes blink rapidly now.

All of you share a concerned look amongst yourselves at his distress.

“It's gonna be ok Mateo.” you coo rubbing a hand between his shoulders.

He shrinks in on himself even more and dejectedly mutters, “But I messed up twice.”

Messing with the already flattened and misshaped curls on his head you share looks with the other two, hoping they have a helpful suggestion. Layla has a frown set in place obviously concerned about the information while Jake stares at Mateo, man looks seconds away from scooping the poor thing into his arms.

With a sigh you pat your knees standing up and change the subject.

“It's gonna be fine, we'll figure this out. For now...it's almost dinner time, we should call something in – I wasn't expecting company so the shelves are pretty bare. You got any allergies?” nudging Mateo.

He nods, “I can't have dairy or gluten. And it needs to come from a kosher kitchen.”

You look at Jake who gives a confriming nod to your unasked question, before answering Mateo, “We're in New York, it shouldn't be an issue. I'll go get the menus.”

On the way to the kitchen you pull out your phone and text Peter. Jokes are your go to coping mechanism but you aren't sure if anyone in the other room is really ready for that right now. Instead you bother the neighborhood sarcastic comedian.

'You think a Rabi would know if an enby could birth a Jew?”

His reply is instant, 'o yea...meant to ask about that. I can get aunt may to ask next time she runs into rabi ruddenstien'

'home btw' he ends

Shaking your head at his antics you reply, 'Thanks Peter. For everything.'

'np..., Hey you gonna be ok with all this? there's smt strange about the marc guy'

'I know, and I may tell you later...idk I have to ask first.'

It takes him a bit to respond, probably relaying everything to May, 'ok just so you know i heard a certain spider is creeping around sure if you yell he'd hear'

The kid was too sweet for his own good sometimes.

Putting your phone back in your pocket you open the drawer that was home to various miss matched pot holders and a number of menus. Pushing back a glass that was precariously placed at the edge of the counter as you grabbed the menus.

When you get back to the living room you notice Mateo isn't there anymore and Jake is watching the hallway like a hawk.

Spreading the menus out on the coffee table in front of her you sit down next to Layla who's been very quiet this afternoon, “Bathroom?”

She startles a little, “Oh, yeah? I think, honestly I'm not sure he said he had to check on something and ran down that way.”

You relax into the couch with a shrug, there isn't much for Mateo to get into in your apartment so there's no reason for you to be worried. This is the perfect time to kick back a little, there's no time traveling seven year old on the loose and unattended, instead he's tucked safely in your protected apartment. All that's left is to figure out how to send him home.

“Were we thinking dinner then planning or planning over dinner?” you ask her.

She sighs, “This has all been...” casting a glance down the hallway and at Jake over by the window, “a lot to take in. Maybe we just...I dunno rest and pick back up in the morning?”

“It's your call Layla, I knew how deep this water was. I've already given Marc an out; y'know for helping with the whole sending Mateo back but now-” you motion towards the newly installed sentry in your apartment and she gives a slow understanding now – the system was unlikely to leave now knowing just how connected they were to this mission. “Seriously, if you wanted to call it quits right now I wouldn't blame you – or stop you for that matter. You've done more than enough, which...thank you by the way.”

There's a sad glimmer in her eyes as she looks at you. She makes her decision in that moment.

“No, no I'm staying.” her tone was firm and there was a small fire in her eyes. “They're my friends and you are too now. So, I'm helping. For the long run, I'm helping.”

You give her a smile hoping it communicates just how grateful you are for her help. While you would've easily let them all leave you wouldn't know the first place to start when it came to sending a time traveler back home to his time.

“Mateo, come here we're ordering dinner.” you call out down the hall.

It isn't long before curly haired boy comes rushing out of your room holding a jar with Coo following after him.

Layla's eyes widen and a comically large frown is set on her face, “Oh...I don't know what I was expecting...I mean I know they all said you had a pigeon but...wow.”

Her shock was actually the best reaction you'd had to someone meeting Coo, most people tended to freak out thinking he was a wild pigeon or given his scarring from abuse thought he was a mean bird.

You shrug off her comment as Coo excitedly flys up to your shoulder to perch and greet you. “Hey buddy, been good? Kept the house spider free?” you joke with him as you give him scritches.

Layla gestures to the jar in Mateo's hands, “Whatcha got there?”

The young boy holds out what you recognize as one of your home's many protection jars, despite it's sludgey appearance. You'd never had one of your jars turn out like this; sure they sometimes caught nasty energies and would rot one or two ingredients but never had they developed what can only be described as a tar like dark liquid – clinging and staining the sides of the jar at every little movement.

“Khonshu's mad.” you aren't sure what the flash of fear that spiked through you was from. The dead serious tone of a child giving a cryptic message or the fact that he was certain the jar was a result of his father's patron.

Very calmly you kneel to his level and take the jar from him, “Right, so yea...we'll talk to him later. Right now we're going to relax and have dinner alright?” he gives you a nod and you try to send your best reassuring smile in spite of the loud forceful beating of your heart.

When he beams back up at you you gently pet the top of his head, careful of his still formed curls. Standing back up you speak to Jake and Layla, “I'm gonna go ahead and...dispose of this, you guys pick something and I'll order when I get back I shouldn't be long.”

Mateo quickly takes your spot next to Layla taking two menus and scanning their offered items. Jake catches your gaze, eyes dipping down to look at the jar in your hands with a sneer. Jake moves from the window to be closer to the couch looking over the boy's shoulder, Mateo notices and leans closer to his papi to share the menu.

Kid had the man wrapped around his little finger and everyone in the room knew it.

Your ride up to the roof felt more a kin to a death march, as you made your way to the lovely community garden. Hawkeye had bought out the buildings on this block a while after the first snap. Not only did it help tenants in the area recover but it rebuilt the community by helping everyone pull in their resources without having to worry about rent. Even after the second snap it was a community that welcomed you with open arms. At the next community meeting you were actually going to open a petition for a bee hive or two to help improve pollination of the garden up here; it's also be a way to source local honey and wax for projects for kids at the library.

But that isn't what you were up here for – now you're using this garden as a way to take care of the gross sludge in a jar Khonshu had supposedly left for you. Taking a trowel you break the seal of the jar and pour a bit of soil from the garden in to it before you reseal it. Taking care to surround it with a small force field preventing anything from leaking out and spreading through the neighborhood. You set the intention to have the dirt purify the contents before you tuck the jar away to be brought out later when it isn't a nasty ball of negativity and hate just waiting to seep into someone's life.

“You have my sincere apologies, little witch.” the sudden voice has you jolting, hands nearly dropping the glass jar.

“Christ!”

“Not quite.” he muses “I am surprised that you've found the traveler so quickly...given your many follies.”

Another voice is quick to break through the peaceful dusk skyline, “Khonshu.” Jake's warning comes out as a growl towards his patron god.

The deity bristles under the hidden accusation, “Oh please, spare me your chivalrous act Lockley. Tell me if it hadn't been so obvious that the traveler was yours would you be this protective over the witchling? To think my own Moon Knight is to spawn what is sure to be a constant thorn in my side. This has the worm's influence all over it – the impudence, done to spite me no doubt.”

“I have no idea what tangent you're on about. But yes, we've found Mateo. He's safe and accounted for; now all we have to do is figure out how to send him home.”

Khonshu has stepped closer to you now, “And yet you intend to play house for the evening now that he's been located, rather than let me send him back this very instant by myself?”

Though he poses it as a question it's more of a critique.

“We agreed that-”

“No, I did not agree. We did however, make a deal...an arrangement one I plan on keeping. But know this witchling,” he takes another step towards you and Jake moves to step in between you, “do not test me by keeping the child here longer than it takes. I will send him back regardless...if need be.”

Inhaling deeply you steady your tone and inflection before speaking.

“All due respect Lord Khonshu,” you stress, “Mateo is seven. He hasn't seen his family in days. He has a right to be overwhelmed and volatile. On top of that your Moon Knights have just found out they have a future son. I think everyone would benefit from a few hours to process and relax. I mean unless you'd rather us feeble mortals push through the exhaustion and emotional duress potentially leading to a much bigger timeline mishap if Mateo misses his next stop. We don't know how accurate his jumps are and from the sound of it he'd been prepared and prepped for the first jump that landed him here.”

Your head is tilted to meet Khonshu's eye sockets head on, he tilts his head further up leaving his beak in your line of sight.

“I pray you never meet a pettier god, my work will be cut out for me if you do. That tongue of yours could stand to remain still.”

Looking between you and Jake the god can't help but huff. Not even fully together and already you were getting on his nerves.

“Fine, I shall leave until morning. The second the moon sets we will be discussing this further.”

“Hold up!” Jake calls out halting the god in his attempt to leave.

Once he has the moon god's attention he asks, “Why give them the ability to see us – the reflections what purpose does that serve?”

Khonshu's posture is lax as he leisurely looks towards you, “You're mistaken Jake Lockley, I had nothing to do with that. The witchling is just coming into their powers now that they aren't stomping them down.”

Before either of you can ask him anything else a sharp gust of wind blows through taking Khonshu with it. Looking at each other you and Jake are left with a lot more questions than you'd started with.

The ride back down to the apartment seemed longer than the ride up to the gardens. Jake had given you the heads up that Mateo had picked out something he swore you'd love and so Jake went ahead and ordered the food. You still had about fifteen minutes left for the delivery to get there.

You thanked him and asked how much it was so you could pay him back.

Instead he changed the subject, “Mateo's a good name.” he compliments.

“Thanks, I've never been one to think about my future or the possibility of kids...but Mateo was just one name I'd throw around a bit. And – well when I saw him it was like I just knew it was meant for him.”

Jake nods, thumb rubbing the underside of his index finger.

“It suits him...and it doesn't sound too bad with our last names: Mateo Lockley, Mateo Grant, Mateo Spector.” he lists.

You find yourself staring at him with your lips pursed to the side, “You...each have different last names? Wait – sorry is that rude, I just hadn't given it much thought before so it's a bit surprising to hear.”

“It's fine. Not like it changes anything...but it may be difficult for you to choose which to take later.” he looks away with a shrug.

At first you thought one of the other men were in the reflective bit of the metal but when your gaze hit the wall it's only Jake's reflection staring back at you.

You hum out, “You mean if we all got married? I could just keep my name y'know.” you grin and look towards the man instead of the reflection as he turns to face you again.

He looks at you, brows furrowed and for a second you think it's Marc with his stone stern features, “What'd ya mean 'if'? Like we're just gonna knock ya up and be done with it?”

He seems offended by the mere thought, while you just let the comment roll off like water.

“Not everyone who have children together are married.”

Sparing a glance at your phone you do some quick calculations.

“That aside. Jake, we've only known each other for thirty-seven hours – give or take. We've just found out that we will have a child together sometime in the undisclosed future, who has special abilities. I ...we don't have to rush anything ok? We have time to figure this all out. Don't force yourself into some role just for Mateo's or my sake. If it's meant to be it will be.”

The doors open and you make your exit, Jake following behind. Before you can get too far he grabs at your wrist, holding you in place. It's not tight or suffocating and if you're honest with yourself you should have expected this level of romantic comedy drama from a man who so intensely watched Twilight on the plane last night. So, you weren't shocked that it happened, just another movie trop you can cross off the bucket list right up there with having a shitty day and getting splashed with rainwater from a truck speeding past.

“It's not forced...I want this – I want a family.”

Looking into his brown eyes all you see is truth but also a wave of uncertainty as though he's afraid of the rejection of his confession. You're in trouble in your future, those eyes all but seal it for you. All it'd take is just one glance at those captivating windows and you'd fold faster than a lawn chair, and given the exact replica just down the hall you can just about imagine how much you cave into your boys' demands.

“You are such a dork.” you say it so lightly and with a breathy laugh that Jake almost didn't hear it. Almost. His heart had skipped a best when he heard it.

“At the end of the day I guess you'll be my dork though. But again we have time.” you stress each word in your last sentence as you grab his other hand with yours rubbing a thumb along his torn up knuckles.

“We'll figure things out Jake. For tonight let's go try and relax. Be there for our son.”

Jake couldn't deny the tingling sparks he felt all over when you uttered the words 'our son', even if he wanted to he just couldn't. Jake Lockley never thought he or either of the other alters would ever be in this position but now he knows that they all get a chance at the domestic life: caring, loving spouse by their side rearing a well adjusted child who saw each man as a father. He may not know anything about you aside from being a witch with a somewhat auspicious past – if your friends were anything to go off of. But even at your worst you probably weren't as bad as he himself was. The hands you held onto so firmly yet so gently have killed people; just torn into their bodies and soaked in their blood or strangled the life out of them.

These hands of his didn't deserve to have soothing circles rubbed into them, or the feather light touches that caressed their callouses, they didn't deserve the delicate hold you had or the slight swaying of you swinging them. Jake Lockley was a bad man, not an evil one he'd just done a lot of nasty things in his life and in Marc's. But he's never been a selfish man – always put the system above himself personally...until he saw Mateo with his own eyes. Heard the boy call him 'papi'. Jake wanted to be selfish now, despite Marc's shutdown – the eerie silence triggering a meltdown for Steven – Jake wanted this. He wanted to have this nice loving family that he should have gotten as a child. Hell there was a reason you two had a child in the future so why not be selfish and find out.

He may not have known anything about you, but he was sure he could love you.

“You're right, there's no rush.” he returns the gentle grip on your hands bringing them up to his face to plant a gentle kiss on the back of your knuckles. It may have been just a small thank you but the way your breath hitched and your pupils dialated left him smirking. He could slow down to enjoy this, enjoy these moments – ultimately it didn't matter how long it took to get together because there was proof sitting on the floor of your apartment. Jake could be selfish and he'd get to have his family.

Closing his eyes he savors the moment nonetheless, releasing your hands with a deep exhale he turns serious once more, like he was just outside of the library earlier today.

“We're all sleeping in the living room, your apartment has too many weak points to keep track of.”

Rolling your eyes in spite of the soft smile on your face, “Mateo's right, you do worry too much.”

You two were just beginning to walk again when the elevator dinged and a delivery girl from the Shwarma place stepped out. You weren't a regular on her deliveries but she lived in the building so she knew you by sight.

“Hey got your order right here, havin' a party tonight?”

“Thanks Cayenne, no 've got family over.” patting yourself down you come to find your wallet isn't n you.

Before you can ask her to follow you to your apartment the man beside you steps in, tipping the woman and attempting to take the bags.

Cayenne looks back at you confused, once you nod she takes the tip and hands the bags right over.

“See you around.” she calls already waiting on the elevator.

“Have a good shift!”

Getting through the door you turn to Jake fumbling with the bags.

“Thanks for reminding me, so how much do I owe you for dinner Jake?”

The man freezes and his eyes dart to the side as he bites his lips. It's what makes you notice the change in posture, how he seems shorter than he was back in the hallway.

“Oh! Sorry, hey there Steven.”

Steven's chest puffs out a bit and his head stans a little higher when you correct yourself. Heart racing at the thought of you being able to tell them apart already, to see them differently even without speaking. He pushes down the insulting quip about it only being because of how pathetic he must be compared to how calm and sauve Jake had been with you. Meanwhile he couldn't even juggle the take away properly.

“No worries mate.” voice cracking up a bit as he attempts to be causual.

He coughs then searches for a place to put the bags down. With soft eyes and a softer smile playing at your face you sigh, watching the man awkwardly shuffle his way through your entry way.

“You can just put those down on the coffee table Steven, we'll do family style tonight. I'll be right there, just need to grab plates.”

Coming back out to the table with plates and drinks for everyone you notice Mateo going through your DvD collection.

“We told him we'd watch a movie after dinner, that's alright right?” Steven asked you with a frown that had him biting his lip just the smallest fraction.

Checking the time you frown a little yourself, “Maybe not after dinner, we could watch it while we eat. It's just, it's nearly sic and I'd just about bet someone's bedtime is eight thirty at the latest.”

It's difficult to lie when three sets of eyes catch him jump at being found out. At least Mateo had the decency to send an apologetic look Steven's way.

“Cheeky.” he mutters staring his son down, one of the things that stands out to him is Mateo has the same charmingly disarming smile Marc does. The smile that's reserved for joking with the elderly women in the park on his morning jogs or sent Steven's way when he gets the brunt of a prank meant for Jake.

Steven's face goes from annoyed and impressed to sheepish and sullen when he switches his attention from Mateo to you.

“Sorry, I hadn't even thought-”

Holding a hand up to the brit, “It's fine Steven, we haven't talked about this. But I know basic child development, and if I'm gonna be strict about anything it'll be bedtimes.” honing in on Mateo, “You sir already have a predisposition towards sleeping disorders, we don't need to go agitating any hereditary insomnia just yet.”

“Yes zazi, I know.” he turns his back to you and continues his search it looks like he has a specific movie in mind. Just before you can ask he lifts a box straight into the air high above his head.

“Oh what'd he pick?” Layla asks pausing her task of setting out the food.

“Night at the Museum.” you say confidently not even taking a second glance as you help her finish, you'd know that box anywhere.

Mateo nods handing the DvD to Steven to set up, “It's really good for it's age-”

“Watch it.” you warn.

He giggles as he whispers up to Steven, “plus zazi has a crush on Ahkmenrah.”

Steven bristles a little at that, not quite sure how he should feel about his future spouse crushing on another man. He knows it's silly and irrational but you aren't even together and it feels like he doesn't have a complete chance with you.

Layla raises an eyebrow at you to which you make a face in confusion, not like you have any idea what the two were whispering about.

After helping Steven set up the movie you all fell into a nice little repreive. It was kind of surreal how familiar watching a movie and eating dinner felt with the three new additions in your life. Mateo and Layla each even took turns ripping up falafel to feed Coo. The evening was filled with laughter and Steven's quips about the awful Egyptian lore. Everyting felt so domestic and it made you miss your family. You hadn't thought about them since just after everyone was snapped back. It stung a bit but looking around your coffee table you decided that if this was your new family it seemed like a pretty great one. You just hoped you could talk to Marc soon, he's the only one who hasn't offically met Mateo. To say ir worried you would be a massive understatement.

The movie is just at it's climax where Nick and Larry are trapped with Ahkmenrah, “Oh lovely fent he is innt he?” Steven snorts.

His sarcastic mumbling had you choke on your drink, not expecting that from the soft spoken clerk. But you wait and watch as the wrappings on the mummy unwind to reveal Rami Malek's gorgeous face.

“Oh very lovely.” Layla says with approval at Rami on the screen while sipping on her drink.

Steven just scowls a bit, pouting at the attention the actor is getting from the two of you. Through the reflection in the picture frame next to him you see Jake's face also screwed up in distaste. Or you assume it's Jake.

“It's probably just the accent.” you joke grabbing Steven's hand under the table.

The other two are none the wiser about the hand holding and you focus on the screen as Steven and possibly Jake stare at you in a mixture of emotion. A whirlwind so complex they aren't even really sure what they're feeling. Either way Steven relaxes.

“A lil' on the posh side though.” he jokes.

“Yea...probably a Chelsea fan.” that comment earns you a delightful chuckle from the man.

And you all finish the movie in peace. Once it's over Layla and Steven take charge of cleaning the table off as you and Mateo set the living room up for a sleepover. It's a mad dash through the apartment, grabbing all available pillows and blankets – it's either gonna be a nest or a pillow fort tonight or both.

#jake lockley x reader #marc spector/reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley/reader #marc spector x reader #Steven Grant/Reader #autistic marc spector #autistic steven grant #autisitic jake lockley #autistic reader insert #autistic system #Moonknightfanfic #moon knight fanfic #moonknight fanfic #The moon and the stars

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blinday · 2 years ago

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Why is my dash full of blorbos x reader content? I DO NOT CONSUME THAT, STOP RECOMMENDING, TUMBLR.

#note #i only keep myself from reading those because never actually represents what I'd do #the fate of the autistics #or just weirdos like myself #anyways #STOP TRYING TO PAIR ME UP WITH MORPHEUS TUMBLR I KNOW WHAT YOURE UP TO #funny #meme #dream of the endless #mark spector #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #loki #x reader #fanfiction

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ominoose · 1 year ago

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𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

A list of seasonal fanfics I've read or found over the month of October that I really enjoyed for future reference and others to check out <3

Since this got so long and we're only halfway through kinktober, a Part Two will be posted after Halloween.

Part 2

Key: 🎃 - NSFW ┆ 🤎 - x reader

Making Memories: Halloween by TockTornInReverse Steven, Marc and Jake decide to make new Halloween memories with Layla. System is very autistic. Very comfy and cozy. Characters: Moon Knight System, Layla Elfouley WC: 5.3K Birds of a Feather, Now and Forever by RebeccaOTool The System has to steal back Khonshu's ubshati. A funny lil fluff. Characters: Moon Knight System WC: 1.1K

Smarties Are Fine (But M&Ms are Traditional) by RebeccaOTool System are thumbsized (idk) and play a Halloween prank on Layla. Cute lil art at the end. Characters: Moon Knight System, Layla Elfouley WC: 683

My Way by @ladywynne Had me genuinely crying in a college bathroom. System dies with Jake. Hurts to even think about. Seasonal because trauma is halloweeny technically. Characters: Moon Knight System WC: 2K

Life's No Fun Without A Good Scare by RebeccaOTool Moon Knight and Hocus Pocus crossover. As goofy as it sounds. Characters: Moon Knight System, Layla Elfouley WC: 17.6K

Bad Moon Rising by interstellarwraith You go to a Haunted Attraction with Steven, accidentally end up on a double date with Marc. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector WC: 1.3K ┆ 🤎

Moron by @jayke0 Pathetic man Cecil walks in on Blue pounding you and gets whiny. Characters: Cecil Dennis, Blue Jones WC: 1.9K ┆ 🎃🤎

You've Got Me Now by @jayke0 Basil starts an onlyfans after finding your onlyfans then you both bang. Characters: Basil Stitt WC: 2.5K ┆ 🎃🤎

Formal Wear by @flightlessangelwings Duke Leto likes your formal outfit a little too much. Characters: Leto Atreides WC: 1.5K ┆ 🎃🤎

Glove Kink by @winniethewife Jakes puts his gloves up your hooha. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 632 ┆ 🎃🤎

Peak-A-Boo by @hon3yboy Nathan ghostface au that made even the biggest Nathan disrespector (me) simp for him. Characters: Nathan Bateman WC: 5.7K ┆ 🎃🤎

Private Show by @jayke0 Blue Jones but for the chubby girlies. Characters: Blue Jones WC: 1.4K ┆ 🎃🤎

King John The Scandalous by @boredzillenial Being a maid in King Johns castle comes with a lot of hassle. Characters: King John WC: 1.2K ┆ 🎃🤎

Lost in Love (and in a maze) by @w-m-heart On an anniversary date with Jake, you both go to a corn maze and get lost. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 1.2K ┆ 🎃🤎

Accidental Stimulation by @outcome3 Blue hides in a closet to snoop on the girls until you squeeze in with him. Characters: Blue Jones WC: 775 ┆ 🎃🤎

Jake Has Ghosts by @reallyrallyauthor Short smut drabble themed around ghosts that was so poetic and good in the short wordcount it had. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 245 ┆ 🎃🤎

Tied Down by @melodygatesauthor In the asylum with Blue Jones and he... ties you down. And acts like a condescending asshole. Characters: Blue Jones WC: 300 ┆ 🎃🤎

#omimuse #bookmark #if you want taken off here lmk #hope this isnt a bothm #but i really gotta start compiling my reads #i lose em so easily

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ms5m1th · 2 years ago

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Baby wants to meet Daddy's friend, but she looks a little scary.

[No name or gender is going to be used in this. I'm trying to make it as gender neutral as possible on all of my works unless it's stated otherwise. I got this idea from an anonymous Anon. Thank you, Anon! Enjoy!]

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"Love, you okay?"

"Mhm,"

Baby looked out the window, kicking her feet, covering their ears and scrunching their nose at the sounds of the busy and loud bus. Steven beside them stares at their stimming with a worried face, and sighs. He should have made sure that she had brought everything before they had left the flat, but he didn't since their were running late.

'I told you to double check, and you ignored me. Now we're all uncomfortable because you decided to take the stupid bus.'

'Oi, leave him alone. You know he's uncomfortable driving.'

'So? Now Baby's uncomfortable because of him.'

"I know I messed up, Marc. No need to get upset over something that already happened."

Steven mumbled rolling his eyes. He then winced as the noise got louder, starting to get to him. Not as bad as Baby though. Baby whines quietly, squirming in their seat. They look at Steven with watery eyes.

"O-Off. Off. Please, Daddy, want off."

Their voice cracks, the hands over their ears shaking as they shook their head at the noise. Steven wraps on arms around them and squeezed with pressure, enough to calm them down.

"I know, love. It's a lot for your little ears, hm? We're almost there, little love. Daddy's gonna get you off, okay?"

"Now, please. Now,"

Before he could say anything the bus stopped. It was their stop. Steven quickly grabbed their bags and took her hand, tugging at it when Baby wasn't moving. They quickly get off, and Steven quickly squeezes them again, this time with both arms. He rocks them, shushing them when they whine, and kisses their head.

When Baby is finally calm, they pat Steven's back and tugs on his shirt. He pulls away, and examines their face.

"You okay, love?"

"Okay, Daddy." They nod.

He smiles, kisses their cheek and takes their hand.

"Do you remember where we're going, love?"

"Friends,"

"Do you remember her name?"

Baby nodded, not wanting to talk any longer. Seeing this, Steven squeezed their hand and continued.

"Daddy needs to go over to handle some big people stuff. You okay to keep yourself occupied while Daddy does that?"

Baby nods.

"My little love, we are finally here."

They stop in front of a hotel and Baby hums in confusion. They go in and Steven starts talking to the receptionist. Seeing her eyes on them, Baby slightly scoots behind Steven and grabs the bottom of his shirt, getting his alters attention.

'Steven,'

'I know, Marc,'

'They're getting anxious.'

'More shy than anxious.'

'Or both!'

Steven grabs Baby's hand, his thumb caressing their knuckles. As the two argued in his head, a voice called out to him.

"Marc?"

Steven turns around with a slight sigh. It was Layla. When seeing his face, she gave him a apologetic look.

"Sorry, Steven. I'm still getting used to it."

"Not for much longer though, right?"

He replied, following her to the elevator.

'That wasn't blunt, right?'

'I don't think so,'

'She's used to it.'

'So it was?'

Baby shuffled behind Steven, staring at Layla. She was pretty, but why did she look like that? They couldn't describe it, but it felt... wrong? Weird? What was the word?

Layla met her gaze, smiling slightly and waving. Baby just blinked a few times before hiding their face in his back, hands going to fiddle with the belt loops of his pants.

Scary.

Steven grabbed their hands and made her play with his fingers instead. The doors open and Layla walks out first, Steven following behind. Baby doesn't want to, but follows anyway. Layla opens the hotel room door and walks in. Steven stops, and turns back to Baby.

"You okay, love?"

They avoid eye contact with hotel room and shake their head.

"What's got you so nervous, hm?"

They point inside of the room at Layla.

"Why, love? Are you being shy because of how little you are today? Are you a little shy?"

Baby shrugs, hiding their face from his view.

"We're not gonna let anyone hurt you, okay? It'll be alright."

Baby nods, and they finally walk in.

"Do you have them?"

Steven nods, pulling a folder out of his bag.

"Love, can you sit over their with your toys please?"

Baby said nothing, but answers in their own kind of way by going over to the bed and sitting on it. They set down their bag, and tries to take off their shoes. When they don't budge, they growl, blowing out air through their nose aggressively. When Steven was about to help them, hearing their frustration, when Layla had already walked over.

"Do you need help, little one?"

Layla offers her a smile as she pointed to her still tied shoes. Baby stares at her for a second, before offering her foot. Quickly untying her shoes, she allowed Baby to slips them off. Baby squeals at her freed feet which causes both adults to laughing.

"Inside stims, little love." Steven reminded, chuckling.

"I think it's cute!" Layla giggles.

Maybe she wasn't as scary as they thought.

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😃?

So?

#steven grant x reader #cg!Steven Grant #autistic steven grant #little!reader #autistic reader #layla el faouly #autistic jake lockley #autistic marc spector #little!moonlight #agere fic

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ms5m1th · 2 years ago

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Khonshu does some magic stuff and it creates a obstacle: bath time.

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"Khonshu,"

"I can fix it,"

"Then do it now,"

Mama glares at Khonshu while 3 men hide behind her, refusing to look at the scary bird.

"It will take some time,"

"Then hurry up, now."

Khonshu nods, and quickly disappears.

"Mommy?"

She takes a deep breath, and turns around, smiling at her anxious boys.

"Yes, prince? What is it?"

"Are you okay?"

"'Cause I can beat him up for you!"

Jake interrupts, Marc just shifting side to side, sucking on the back of his fingers. Mama chuckles, and tickles Jake's neck teasingly.

"I'm okay, babies. Just a little frustrated with the big bird. Nothing to do with you guys."

Jake and Steven nodded.

"How about you two get your pajamas and get ready to take a bath."

"Okie/Okay!"

The two run off, leaving her and Marc alone.

"Baby?"

Marc looks up, his eyes slightly watery.

"Are you okay? Do you need Mama to do anything?"

Marc sniffles gently, and takes his fingers out of his mouth.

"I don't like it,"

He whispered, shuffling closer to Mama, getting caught in a hug.

"Don't like what honey?"

"I feel weird, Mama. 's only me now."

Mama kisses his head, rocking him gently.

"I know. The big bird messed stuff up, huh?"

Marc nods, whimpering just thinking about the situation.

"I know, baby. It's unfair. But you know what?"

Marc looks up at her, staring at her intently.

"Nobody is going to treat you any differently. I'm still gonna love you, and so do Jake and Steven. Okay? No one's gonna mistreat you because your in a smaller place than them, okay?"

Marc puts the back of his fingers in his mouth, hiding his smile as he nods.

"Is my baby hiding?"

He shakes his head, but hides his head in her neck as he giggles. She chuckles, but let's it happen.

"Okay, baby boy. Let's go take a bath, okay?"

He hums happily as she picks him up, taking him to the bedroom where Steven and Jake busy themselves.

"Boys?"

They turn to Mama, smiling.

"Marc is a little smaller than you two, so I want you to be a little gentle with him, okay?"

"Okay, Mami!"

"Is he gonna take a baf wit' us?"

"Yes, I just have to get his pajamas."

She turns to Marc, gently brushing his curls out of his face.

"Do you need a diaper, baby? Or are you a big boy today?"

"'M big, Mama."

"Okay. Boys, go to the bathroom and each pick one toy. If he needs help, help Marc out of his clothes please."

"Okay, Mommy!"

She puts Marc down, rocking him as he whines as his feet hit the ground.

"Go with Jake and Steven, okay? I'll be right there."

He released her with a nod, turning to the other boys. Steven smiles, extending his hand to the smaller boy. He takes it, sniffling as they guide him away.

"C'mon, Marc! I'm gonna show you my favorite baf toy!"

"I can protect you from the bath monsters if you're scared!"

"Jake! There's no baf monsters!"

That was the last thing she heard before they were out of her earshot. She quickly gets Marc's pajamas, walking into the bathroom to see a warming sight.

Marc sits in Jake's lap, fiddling with his toy as Steven talks excitedly. Jake set's his head on Marc, smiling gently at the moment, his toy on the sink.

"I never get to talk to you guys when I'm little, so I'm excited!"

Steven pauses, his smile slowly going away.

"Go," Marc urged, wanting to hear the rest of the story, stimming and kicking his feet as he does so. Jake nodded in agreement, "Keep goin', buddy!"

Steven's smile returns and happy stims as he continues his story.

"You all being good?" She finally walks in, setting Marc's pajamas onto of the others.

"Uh-huh! I'm telling them a story!"

Steven giggles as Mama blows air into his neck.

"Keep on going then, prince."

He does so without hesitation. She fills the tub, checking the temperature before she nods to herself.

"Toys, boys!"

Steven, now finished with his story, hands her a hippo toy that squirts water out of it's mouth. Jake leans over, his other arm catching Marc as he started to fall forward. He hands her a simple toy boat.

When it was Marc's turn, he whines, hugging the toy to his chest. "Baby, can I have your toy?" He shakes his head, hiding his face in Jake's neck.

"Baby, I'm not taking it forever. Just until you get in the bath, okay? Mama will give it back."

He looks up, loosening his grip on the toy.

"P'omise?"

"I promise."

He sniffles, but hands her the toy. It was a goldfish, but it had one of it's fins stitched. She grabs the toy and went to put it in the water.

"Careful,"

He muttered.

"I'll be careful, honey. Roro's okay, see? His little fin is still here." She shows him the toy one last time, before putting it in the water finally.

"Come on, baby. You first."

Marc gets in with a little help from Mama, happy stimming when he sees his toy, picking it up like he hasn't seen it in years.

"You next, prince."

"Okay!"

He slides in next to Marc, and begins showing him how his toy squirts water. Mama turns to Jake, smiling playfully.

"You gonna be good and not splash?"

Jake nods seriously.

"Marc's too little to splash, silly Mami!"

"Okay! Well, get in!"

He does so, and begins to giggle, slipping a little further as he gently pats the water. He must resist the urge to splash. He had to! He happy stims, wiggling in place as he continues to giggle. Seeing this, Mama smiles. He always tended to slip a little during bath time.

"Jake, bubba. You can stim, baby, just be careful of how hard you hit the water."

When he hears this, he hits the water a tiny bit harder, smiling so hard that his cheeks start to hurt. He always had a habit of masking, pushing down his stims. So everytime he's reminded that he can, he tends to get a little crazy.

"You boys good and warm?"

The all give affirmatives as she grabs their rightful loofahs and rags, putting them in the water. They had to soak in the water before she washed them or else they'd get uncomfortable with the texture.

"Thank you boys for being good for me and for each other."

"You're welcome, Mama/Mommy/Mami!"

Now the next obstacle that she knows she'll have trouble with: bedtime.

#little!jake lockley #little!marc spector #little!steven grant #autistic jake lockley #autistic marc spector #autistic steven grant #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #mama!reader #little!moonlight #agere fic

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ms5m1th · 2 years ago

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how Jake got his little toy boat/Mami stresses over silly adult stuff when buying Jake a toy.

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Mami holds Jake's hand as he scanned the boring aisles filled with cans of corn and soup. He loved going out with Mami, but sometimes it was soooo boring.

"Mami, can we look at something else?"

She turns towards him raising a brow playfully at his groan.

"You getting tired of me already?"

"¡No, Mami!"

He looks at her, offended she would even think that? Who told her that, they're lying! It wasn't nice to lie. She chuckles and kissed his cheek before putting something else in the buggy.

"I know, bubba. I'm just teasing."

"Oh, well... I'm just bored. We've been standing in the same aisle foreeeever!"

"Forever?! Well that can be pretty boring then, huh?"

He nods seriously, his curls smacking his forehead and almost his eyes. He suddenly got an idea, bouncing in place trying not to stim with his hands.

"When we're done can we look at the toys? Pretty please?"

Mami thought about it. He didn't ask for much, and when he did it was always a reasonable request. She had no problem getting him another toy. The only problem that she had was if she could afford it.

Prices on everything had been increasing, especially on the baby stuff. She already spent a lot on the bills, how was she gonna get her baby a toy? These thoughts started to weigh in on her mind, negative thoughts following.

'What kind of caregiver can't take care of her little?'

"¿Mami?"

She snapped out of it, smiling at his worried face. She spoke to him with a shaky voice.

"Sorry, bubba. W-We can do that. Let me finish with the groceries first, okay?"

He didn't answer, the frown still on his face.

"Are you okay, Mami? Do you need to sit down? We can take a break! I won't be mad!"

He grabs her hand, guiding her out of the aisle.

"Bubba, no. I'm fine. Just thinking about grownup stuff."

"Well stop it! It's making you sad, I don't like when Mami's sad."

She smiles, and kisses his cheeks, then his nose.

"Okay, bubba. Let's check these out and then we'll go to the toy store."

He nods, smiling. After they were done with the groceries, they get into the car and drive to the small baby/little store near their apartment. There go there often and are used to her and the littles visiting.

They get out and Jake immediately rushes in. Mami smiles at that, and follows him, watching him browse the toy aisle. This, unfortunately, was a opportunity to think about the things she shouldn't. She was quickly pulled out though, when Jake gasps in excitement.

He held a small case of toy cars carefully in his hand. He tries to keep his stimming hands still, as not to drop it. He instead stomps in place excitedly.

"Mami, look!"

"I see it!"

She scans the case, only for it to be bare. It didn't have a price on it. She calls over the nearest employee, pointing to the case.

"How much is this?"

"Oh, those just came in! Those are $50.49!"

Mami curses to herself, but smiles at the employee. She couldn't get it. Her baby asked for one thing, and she couldn't get it. How couldn't she get it, she has to. Look at him, he's so excited. She couldn't bare to tell him that he couldn't get it. But she had to.

"Jake,"

His smile drops instantly, thinking he was in trouble.

"You're not in trouble it's just... Mami doesn't have the money for that right now. I'm so sorry baby."

Jake sighs in disappointment and relief. He was relieved that she wasn't angry at him, but disappointed that he couldn't get the case. He shrugs and puts it back. Oh well, better luck next time.

He skips out of the store, happy as he was when he ran in. Mami sighs and follows him out, but pauses.

~time skip~

"Bubba! Can you come here?"

His heavy but light footsteps rushes towards her.

"¿Sí, Mamí?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you the toy you wanted earlier. I didn't have enough money for the case."

"It's okay, Mami!"

"I know it's not the same as the case, but I got you this instead."

She revealed a small bag, and handed it to Jake. He takes it, shakes it gently, then opens it. He blinked in surprise and takes the toy out. It was a simple toy boat, a little waterproof sail and a red base. He examines it, not noticing Mami's anxious stare.

"It changes colors depending on the water temperature. I realized the other boys had some bath toys, but not you."

When he only nodded, she got slightly discouraged.

"If you don't like it, we can take it back. We'll just have to wait until my next paycheck to get something else."

Jake's head snaps up, and he stares at her, offended. He shook his head frantically, holding it to his chest.

"¡No! Mamí got it for me, and I like it! I never thought about a bath toy, only the regular ones!"

He hugs her but quickly let's go, entranced with his new toy.

"Can I use it now?"

Mami smiles, her worries disappearing. Maybe she was worried over nothing.

#little!jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #autistic jake lockley #mama!reader #little!moonlight #agere fic

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lovely-necromancy · 2 years ago

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The Moon and the Stars ch 4

Pairings: Mark Spector/Reader, Steven Grant/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader

Warnings: Swear words, inaccurate DID

Word count: 6,153

Marc had taken over fronting by the time the three of you had walked from the parking garage over to Nelson and Murdock. Jake apparently taking a back seat now that he wasn't needed to drive. It seems like a strange trade off but you also dislike driving and wouldn't mind having someone to take care of that for you. Though you're a little more than envious that each of them seemingly get to – for the lack of a better term, stop existing for a bit. Passing over the reigns when things get too much or they aren't needed in the moment.

Not that you think it's easy by any means to live with their condition or in their situation at all. You just find existing difficult to do constantly for something that seems to go on for so long. Maybe that's the reason people pair off in sets you'd get someone to do things you dislike; like doing the dishes and as a trade off they'd find cooking to be a chore and you'd gladly take over that. Or even having someone like Jake to drive for those few times that you had to.

Unlike Jake, Marc doesn't walk behind you and Layla to keep an eye out for you, something you're very grateful for since it gives you a rest from the searing feeling of eyes on your back. Instead Marc walks beside you and it's only when he catches sight of the marquee as you pass it, that he steps ahead of you making sure he holds the door for both you and Layla.

“Thank you.” slips out from habit, but you're no less appreciative of his chivalrous gesture.

Your voice catches Foggy's attention, he unfurrows his brow as he fiddles with the furniture parts laying around him.

“I told Matt to lock the door.” he mutters to himself sounding miffed.

You lock the door and motion for Layla and Marc to take seats in the waiting area, as they warily eye the man's tense posture.

“I promise he doesn't bite, anyway seems he's occupied.” you say oblivious to the agitation of the strawberry blonde on the floor, and the glare he's giving you.

Foggy flips you off as he double checks the instructions, “And definitely not in the mood for your shit.”

His tone rolls right off of you as you walk to hover in front of him. His jaw clenches and relaxes the clenches back up again, like he's biting his tongue to stop himself from saying something. You are too busy looking at the upside down booklet to notice any of his out of place mannerisms.

“What's this anyway?” you ask crouching down across from him, still reading the booklet.

“Fish tank.” tone short and clipped.

“Duh, why are you getting fish though?” tilting your head as your eyes rest on him.

“Jesus, because waiting areas have fish in them!” he snaps.

You held his gaze for a moment and wait for his shoulders to relax before speaking. But he goes back to the two pieces of wood that look like they are the same, and probably aren't meant to connect like he's attempting.

“Like who's gonna take care of them though? Y'know cleaning and stuff, you guys don't really have a secretary not to mention Matt's liable to suck a fish into a siphon while cleaning if he tried.”

The attempted ice breaker falls on deaf ears as Foggy ignores you, in favor of flipping back a page in the booklet.

“So...” you draw out the word until he looks at you brow hunched downward and lips off set in a semi snarl, “What fish are you getting?”

Foggy's exclamation of 'God Dammit' and throwing down the pieces of wood in a huff have Marc and Layla leaping from their seats. Layla hovering next to you, ready to pull you behind her and Marc standing in front of you both.

Marc throws a pointed look at you from over his shoulder, “I think you've done enough, now sit.” he orders pointing towards the seat he had occupied just seconds ago.

Your face scrunches up at that and Foggy's does too.

“Hey man, don't talk to them like that.”

“We came to ask you a few questions, not to antagonize you. We just want some answers then we'll be on our way.” Marc explains.

Foggy looks your way catching your eyes and you see the storm cloud swirling in them. The same concern and question Marnie's held not even an hour ago. The questions and uncertainty getting darker and heavier the longer you don't say anything. You thump your foot down in a mix of frustration and annoyance.

“Will you shut up,” you direct at Foggy, “this is Layla, that's Marc. And we're all gonna be friends in the future...I think. Nothing nefarious.”

Again Foggy looks at you, this time with a questioning look that makes you think you've said something wrong. But you aren't sure what exactly, maybe adding 'nothing nefarious' seemed nefarious in itself.

“Shit kid, is this why Matt and I got weird half texts from you?” Foggy groans out.

“They weren't half texts, I thought they made perfect sense.”

“Yea, only after we put our texts together, you set up a puzzle for us. You really need to learn how a group chat works or how to string together a coherent thought.”

“Uggh, I know how group chats work I just hate them...” tossing your head back with a groan, “Anyway you guys figured it out.”

“That's not the point, I was worried something happened.” the air feels heavier as Foggy's real meaning hits you.

Taking a moment you're sure he meant 'I thought you disappeared again' and that throwing out 'technically something did happen' wasn't the best choice right now. Especially with how fried his nerves must be. Looking off to the side you rub at your elbow sheepishly.

“I wasn't thinking...”

It was mumbled but it was as close to an apology as Foggy would get, begrudgingly he'd accept it; he always did. Sighing he harshly rubbed a hand down his face before composing himself and sighing.

“I swear, between you and Matt I'll go gray before the end of the decade.”

“Pfft, I can make it the year.”

That comment gets you a stern look like a father reprimanding his child, it leaves you grinning like a fool at Foggy. He turns his attention to Marc, “What'd you need to ask?”

“Have you seen a....uh?” Marc struggles to find a way to phrase it without making him sound insane, “Hell, you made this seem so fucking casual when you found us.” he only gets a shrug in return. Layla looking just as lost as he is when Marc looks to her for clarification.

Seeing this won't get you guys far you take over for Marc, a small mercy for everyone, “A kid, specifically my son from the future who can time travel, you seen him? Maybe Matt has an idea?”

It takes a moment of staring at you slack jawed and a bit of rapid blinking for Foggy to fully process what you've just said. And once he does he throws his hands up in the air, as if pleading with the gods for one mundane moment in life.

“Why am I even fucking surprised anymore, honestly just why?”

He distracts himself by looking over the pictures for the cabinet stand of the aquarium, before speaking up, “I haven't seen any terror running around. Assuming we are keeping this under wraps, because of a certain local DnD reject.”

The insult earns a snort from you and a grinning nod.

“Naturally.”

Shaking his head Foggy continues, “The Matt wouldn't have mentioned anything to me if he did know something. He did mention that...that...news kid...uh the one with the nice-ish camera?”

Seeing Foggy struggle on the name of the photography intern working with Karen at The Bugle, you fill in the blank.

“Parker.”

He really didn't need to look up to know what expression you held. And seeing the sullen look fills him with overwhelming guilt over not remembering such a simple name, though he vaguely remembers it isn't his fault in the first place. Still he mutters 'Parker, Parker' under his breath a few times trying to commit it to memory. Despite the fact you both know he'll eventually forget again. Just like all the other times.

“Yea...Parker. Matt said he nearly crashed into the kid on his walk to your place that first night. Says he was a mess...more so than usual.”

You hum in acknowledgment, “Not surprised, asked him to look after Coo for me.”

“Shit, that devil bird is still alive?”

“And well – thanks for asking.” he rolls his eyes at you.

“Anything else you needed?” his eyes roaming the schematics before him.

“Will Matt be back soon?”

Foggy just offers you a non-committal noise, not even bothering to look up from the new piece of wood he's grabbed, “He went to the library; been a slow week and he wanted a few audio books.” his eyes flit over to you briefly, “Apparently the 17th Street Library doesn't offer a delivery service, who knew?”

You hum once again, “Yea we don't – just something I did to keep things in circulation. Same with the free libraries we have stationed around. Plus you trust Matt in a library?”

He gives an 'alright' motion with his head. When he doesn't speak again you take that as the end of the conversation and look towards Marc and Layla, you motion them to the door.

“Thanks Foggy, promise to keep you updated...but probably not today though my phone's dead.”

“For the love of – here you two take a business card, my personal number is the first just hit six as an extension. If this idiot gets themselves – or you into any trouble just call.” Layla takes the cards and smiles at him, glancing sideways at you.

“Reassuring that they have good friends, I've known them less of a day and can already tell they're quite the handful.” her voice is full of mirth as she speaks.

Whereas Foggy's is filled with exhaustion when he replies, “Like you wouldn't believe.”

Once she catches up with you and Marc outside the door she asks, “Where to now?”

“Library.” you say simply.

“Foggy said Matt should be there – operative word being should. Doesn't hurt to look; if he's there we can ask if he's noticed anything strange around my apartment.”

You're a little surprised when Jake doesn't take over for driving instead letting Marc stay in command of the body. You have no clue how long the boys will be in your life but since they seem close to Layla it wouldn't hurt to look into DID after everything gets back to some form of normalcy. It could help you understand the trio a little better and make sure you aren't sticking your foot in your mouth around them constantly, that would be embarrassing.

You notice Marc waits for you and Layla to put your seat-belts on before he starts the car, unlike Jake who would start the car the moment he got in but refused to move until seat-belts were secured.

Marc turns to face you, Layla makes a similar move in the passenger's seat to stare back at you. It's a bit disconcerting and makes you feel like you're being taken about under a microscope. Sweat builds in the palms of your hands and your stomach feels like it's taken up macrame.

“Ok, look we've been trying it your way since we stepped foot off the plane – and to be honest we're getting no where.” Marc speaks unknowingly breaking you from the build up of an anxiety attack. Distracting you from the twisting and twirling of your stomach.

You just offer a mute nod at his pause, not sure if he wants you to speak or just listen.

Sighing he continues, “We need to think of an actual game plan. Something more than aimlessly searching in possible areas. It's taking way too long – especially the way we're going about it now; it could be too late when we do find him. He's what seven? I don't know many kids who can be out on the street for days on end without any sort of help or being nabbed.”

“I don't know what you're expecting from me. This is literally the only idea I've had.” you jump to your defense.

“Well,” Layla speaks up with a thoughtful look on her face, “you said you had a few other crime fighting friends. Could they help?”

It's a good suggestion and an earnest one but you'd be giving up a lot of identities if you did get more heroes involved. You bite your lip and find a loose thread to play with on your jeans. This was the problem with having vigilantes in your corner, even when you got some of them together for a common goal things were bound to get messy. Personalities and morals tend to clash at some point and it's a security issue to have so many people know what face to put with the name.

“I can't out them like that, or you two for that matter. A lot of them would be able to pin Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight on to the two of you the second you showed your masked faces.”

“Listen, you don't need to give us names or home addresses. Call them, send a text. Anything to get the word out for more eyes looking for this kid.” Marc's response comes off a little rough but you can tell he's trying to be reassuring.

You pull out your phone, “Nice idea and all but my phone's still dead.” you make a show of pushing the on button.

Layla turns back around with a frown. Her brown eyes skim the below street before landing on a corner store. She barely utters out 'wait here' before she's sprinting to it leaving you and Marc in the car.

“Layla!” Marc tries to get her attention but she's a woman on a mission.

He slumps in his seat and closes his eyes as the bridge of his nose wrinkles up. You watch silently from the rear view mirror. A familiar feeling eating away at you.

You can't help but sigh as you think about what just took place in Nelson and Murdock. You really don't think a lot of things through and act recklessly. This past week alone you made Foggy and probably Matt worry, forced an added responsibility onto Peter, and got Layla and the system wrapped up in this time traveler hunt. Marc especially; the man had to deal with getting bullied in his own body by his patron of sorts. It's understandable that he's so frustrated, and he is right about the search and how it's going. You aren't too proud to admit you don't know what you're doing.

“Hey Marc,” he glances up into the mirror to lock eyes with you, it nearly makes you loose your nerve but after a moment you continue after breaking eye contact, “Sorry for dragging you guys into this. I'm not really sure what to do in this situation. I may be on good terms with a few vigilantes but...I've never been on this side of the mission before. As soon as we find the kid you don't have to stick around. I know what Khonshu said but future me only said I needed Layla's help finding the kid not sending him home.”

When your eyes lock again you see that the stern look in his eyes had softened a bit, the crease in his forehead and nose were gone. The man in the driver's seat was still tense but he looked like he wasn't as stressed as a moment before.

He doesn't say anything though and you're both left in comfortable silence as you wait for Layla to return. It isn't a long wait though and she returns with a car charger in hand.

“Here give me your phone, I figured that mini mart down there would have even a crappy portable charger for us to use.” you hand over your phone easily and she plugs it in.

Once everyone's buckled up again, Marc drives out to the library.

“Hell's kitchen more like Hell's parking lot. Where the fuck do you even go – what's that guy doing...is that even legal?!” Marc's been ranting for three minutes on the lack of parking, you really want to suggest he let Jake take control since he hadn't had an issue – though if you're being fair Jake had a parking garage near the firm. So instead you keep your mouth shut.

“Marc look to the right, what about there – think it's a spot?”

Your eyes land on the section Layla's talking about, it's an open area near a cafe on the other side of the street. By the time you spin around to get to it, it'll be taken.

“Nah, just keep straight we've gotta hit something on this side at some point.”

“How the hell do you live here?” you just shake your head before going back to your phone and texting Matt.

Marc's eyes are focused on the road and scanning the area like a hawk for any opening. Actively cursing Jake out for his stupid idea to rent a car in a city where parking isn't always available; when a flash of tan and orange catches his eye. A fluffy tabby just sitting proud and tall on the black top near the edge of the side walk. The cat looked like it was waiting for something and no one seemed to notice it. One thing Marc did notice was the spot it was in was large enough for the van to pull into. Hoping the cat wouldn't have a fearless attitude and would move on once the car came near he made move to take the spot.

The cat elegantly stood up and hopped onto the side walk and sat patiently staring up into the windows. Layla having seen the whole thing eyes the cat carefully and didn't make any moves to get out of the car.

“Is it me or it that cat...waiting for something?” she asks not taking her eyes off the long haired tabby.

“It's still over there?” Marc asks as he unbuckles his seat-belt and tries to crane his neck to see over her window.

Looking up from your phone you notice the cat.

“Oh don't worry, that's Horus, he's like the library's pet. Probably hunting for someone to let him back in. Foot traffic's slow this time of day.” you scoot towards the right hand door and step out.

You catch Steven's mirthful musing of 'a cat named after a bird and god of the sky', just before you step fully out of the van. The second you're out Horus comes over brushing up against your legs and cooing up at you. You squat down as Layla and Marc get out and come up to the two of you. Upon seeing the new arrivals Horus goes right on up to Layla and brushed up against her without even sniffing. She passes the vibe check, honestly it's hard to fail a Horus vibe check – you've only seen it happen a few times. Made sure to stay clear of those few.

“Aww he's cute. He just lives at the library?” Layla asks scratching the top of his head and looking at you.

“Pretty much. His decision. We've tried to take him home a few times but he's thrown genuine hissy fits when taken away from the area, or even brought into one of those apartments about three blocks back.” The cat didn't have a mean bone in his body but the second you tried taking him way from the library he turned down right feral.

Marc's hands ball up at his sides and twitch occasionally as he unclenches and clenches his fists. He stiffens when Horus locks on to him and walks away from you and Layla to rub all over Marc's jeans. You smile knowingly because Horus is known for finding cat lovers and milking all the attention he can get. It's always a treat to see how fast big tough grizzly men fall to the feet of the overly friendly cat. Meanwhile Layla is surprised to see just how friendly the cat is with Marc, she knows most animals have a weird reaction to the system. It's the main reason Steven keeps a goldfish, despite suspecting all three men have a love for cats.

But watching the man now even he was surprised at the cat currently loving all on him. You however took his shock as nerves. “Don't worry he's super friendly. He normally does this when he wants to be held. Just pick him up like you would burp a baby. He'll be in heaven.”

Marc opens his mouth to say something before his jaw clicks shut and he goes stiff before swooping in and picking up Horus, just like you said to. His hand even went behind the cat's ears and began giving them a good scratching. Horus of course ate up all the attention and was purring up a storm, just watching the two left you grinning. You loved this cat dearly and would never get tired of watching him shamelessly beg for affection.

Layla was also left smiling knowing that the system was probably having the time of their lives. She'd have snagged a picture if she knew Marc or Jake wouldn't ruin the moment after she got caught.

When Marc spent a few minutes longer than anyone else would spend holding Horus you figured all the men were taking their turns with the cat. A cat who certainly didn't mind all the attention, furthering your belief that he is a ragdoll mix of some sort. But you were still technically on a mission and needed to move things along.

“Alright let's get a move on, Horus wants in the library so you can just keep holding him till one of you gets tired with this arrangement you've got. Fair warning Horus never gets tired.” the small tease you threw in was so worth it to see the way those brown eyes lit up and glittered with excitement.

It was a pure unadulterated joy that shone through and it warmed your chest to see, the added endearment of Horus purring so loudly was nearly drowning you in a wave of unending cuteness. The scene so sweet you were sure to be left with a mouth full of cavities, your molars practically tingled at the thought.

This time you held the door open for Layla and Marc who was still holding Horus. Stepping through the door you took out you phone to check if Matt replied yet. Though it was useless to check when a soft muted tapping sound reached your ears. Barely glancing up you spot Matt on his way over to the three of you. Layla noticing his approach and thinking you were too involved with your phone to notice the blind man walking towards you gently grasp your arm and guides you off to the side of the entrance. You send a small questioning glance her way, confused by her actions, before Matt gets close enough to tap the end of his cane with your shoe. He does it a few more times, like he always did; you think he just does it to get a laugh out of you.

It doesn't fail to make you smile, your head snapping and shaking a little at a stim from the sudden burst of excitement. Even though he can't see your reaction when he hears the small laugh that leaves you he smiles.

Such a dork.

“There you are, I'd ask what took so long but I can hear someone's powered up Horus.” Matt says bringing his cane back up.

“Yea, we got jumped the second we stepped out of the car.” you pause before starting in on the introductions, “Oh, by the way these are my new friends Layla,”

She takes your pause as her cue to speak, “Hello, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, sorry you've been dragged around by this one.” he taps you again with his cane, then sticks his hand out for her to shake.

“It's certainly been...an experience. Also this is Marc, his hands are full at the moment.” she says taking Matt's hand.

When Marc doesn't say anything you look over, a little nervous that he may not be the one fronting at the moment. You aren't sure who's fronting at the moment, their focus is entirely on the cat in their arms.

Looking back to Matt you can see the wrinkling of his forehead, he must have heard the tremor of anxiety in your heartbeat. Or did he hear some sort of internal shift with the system, did each man have a different heartbeat? It wouldn't be too strange if they all breathed differently, that may be more plausible than a change in heartbeat.

“Sorry seems he's preoccupied with Horus, you know how it is.” you joke, trying to seem like you aren't worried but you can never fool Matt.

A part of you wonders if you should have prepared them for meeting Matt; though you trust Matt to not say anything hell the man knows all heroes in the city and their identities and has never uttered a word to Foggy or you – the one who at least knows three mutual acquaintances of his. But right now you aren't sure if Matt is even able to tell of a shift in the system, or if it's something else he's concerned about. You aren't too personable so it isn't often you're found traveling with strangers. And who knows what Foggy may have told him.

Keeping information from your friends really hurts your head. It'd be so much simpler if everyone knew the vigilante thing and the DID thing but none of those tidbits of information are yours to share, so hidden they stay. Navigating the social structure of who'll be mad when everything inevitably comes out is so tedious and is starting to make you more than a little queasy.

“Can't blame him, Horus is a charmer.”

It may be you projecting but the way Matt says him makes you suspect he already knows. When will this man figure out he's not gonna get away with everything just because he's blind, there's only so many times 'just a hunch' will work for him. Matt's like the worst liar you know; it's really surprising Spiderman and Deadpool haven't figured out who he is yet...it's a bit obvious with the context.

“Oh and here I thought I was special.” Marc sasses the tabby to only get a head bonk in return.

Your lung feel like they can work properly again.

Marc smiles at the cat before putting him down on the floor, trying to get back on track. Only for Horus to keep demanding his attention by rubbing between his legs whilst purring like a little steam engine and flopping over exposing his belly. Tempting Marc in for more pets.

Marc has to stay strong, no matter how much Jake begs to pet the cat one more time.

'It's never just one more, with you and a cat Jake.'

'Bitch.'

Marc greets Matt, eyes raking over the other man, locking onto his cane and giving a side glance towards you for a moment. Your poker face is decent but your eyes show you're nervous clearly.

Matt's head tilts to the side ear closest to you turned slightly higher with a small twitch as he picks up the increase pulsing of your heartbeat. He suspects you may have said a few things that just didn't add to your new companions.

“I think you'd like to know I nearly tripped on a misplaced book coming to meet you.”

Breaking you from your spiral you can only groan out, “Parker?”

Matt chuckles, “Probably, semester just started after all. I assume that's why you divvied up the house sitting.” Matt of course catches the way Layla's breath evens out and tension leaves Marc.

You mutely nod before answering, “Yea, that and the kid needs the money, he's too proud to take it without working.” you sigh before asking, “Science section?”

“Surprisingly.” Matt chuckles lifting his hand out in front of him again.

You easily guide it to your elbow for him to grasp and say, “Come on then.” Layla and Marc follow close behind.

Once you get to the aforementioned section you just have to follow the trail of chaos towards an isle that reveals the disheveled brunette.

“Peter Parker, you are aware we have tables, right? And please at least put back the books when you're done skimming. I've lost track of how many times I've told you this.” you sigh looking at his mess. A mix of workbooks, textbooks, notebooks, two library issued ipads and library books strewn about haphazardly.

“He-hey, you're back, that was quick. Wha – no when'd you get tables here, fancy.” he whistles out the last word but it dies down as he sees your unamused expression.

“C'mon no one comes down these isles we both know that, plus I'm still using these see – marked my place in those.” he gestures to a couple of books by your feet and you can see the cheap pale sticky notes marking various spots in the books.

Your shoulders relax as you look at the man just a few years younger than yourself. Hair a mess, clothes wrinkled with crumbs of his morning bodega breakfast sandwich still on them. You know school's been far from rough for the kid despite going through his second semester of college alone and his extra circulars. All this studying is for his own personal projects, he's been trying his hardest to follow in his mentor's footsteps. It breaks your heart because the kid could've had so much better, could be doing bigger better projects had things gone a little differently. Had they actually been worked out.

Sighing you hold out the hand that wasn't attached to the arm Matt was holding, “Gimme your phone, I still owe you for babysitting. How was he?” Peter's hazel eyes look at you with confusion, you normally lecture him a bit more so the sudden change is a bit jarring but he's not about to complain. Handing you his phone without question you open it to your account to transfer a little more than what you promised him for watching your bird. Before closing out and handing it back to him.

“Oh yea, no, he was fine. Was kind of a shock to find him just like in the middle of your apartment though. Really freaked me out, was not expecting that you know, a warning woulda been nice.”

You snort a bit, Coo had been messing with the lock of his cage for a few weeks now so of course he'd finally pick it when you were gone. Looks like you'll have to switch his lock, again.

“Honestly thought it was weird you hadn't just taken him with you, but we figured things out eventually. He's very smart and pretty independent which has been fantastic – don't get me wrong though I still left him with May when I went to class. Also she's gonna have several questions for you next time she sees you.”

You raise an eyebrow at that, “Peter you didn't have to do all that, I'm sure he would've been fine on his own for a bit. Is he with May now, I can probably swing by and pick him up later tonight...maybe I have some things to take care of still – so like technically not back yet.:

Peter blinks owlishly at you before his face contorts into a confused shock, “uuhm – now I have several concerns. But no he's not with May. I thought he could use sometime out of the apartment and brought him out here with me. “

“Like to the library?” he nods confused by your confusion, “Peter, why would you bring a pigeon into the library?”

It takes a moment for Peter to respond, his brain slowly catching up to the train you'd just been on, before dropping the bomb.

“I – are you talking about Coo? I was suppose to be watching your bird?!”

When it sunk in that Peter hadn't been talking about Coo you took off. Leaving the group behind without a single word. Matt had felt the shift in your muscles just before you ran and had let go, not wanting to get dragged down in your haste or slow you down. Peter scrambled to get off the floor and to follow after you, and while Layla had taken the time to guide Matt, Marc was running close behind you. Not wanting to loose sight in case something happened.

The library was fairly large and the children's section was on the second floor so you'd had to run up a flight of stairs. He had been right under your noses for a full twenty minutes and you weren't about to loose him. Though it was frustrating to know that he'd just been with the Parkers for the past few days you were relieved to know he hadn't been in any danger. Stars knew the crimes May would commit to keep a child safe, and a child she deemed family even more so.

Speeding to the children's section you round the decorative archways, letter blocks with open books tilted on to a tip, to find the small isles empty. The stage bare and quiet, it was a school day in the middle of fall so it wasn't unusual. As you stepped further inside and checked the homework station you still turned up empty. It was when you passed on of the smaller reading nooks, meant on for a single kid, that you spotted him.

In your rush you'd almost flown by him, your sudden stop almost had Marc careen into you. When he caught your line of sight he froze. There he was tucked into the reading nook, all cozy in his red and blue windbreaker that matched the primary colored walls surrounding him. But his warm toned golden skin and dark curls stuck out to you.

You took in every aspect of him that you could, you had never seen this child before and you worked near exclusively in this department of the library for the last three years. From the moment you saw the concentrated look on his face as he read you felt as if you'd known him forever. There was a stinging behind your eyes and a weight in your chest – you'd been detached from this mission until this moment. Everything was hitting you all at once, it finally felt real and you felt acutely aware of the world actively spinning around you the moment his large brown eyes met yours.

His eyes widening at your sudden appearance, book forgotten as it threatened to slip out of his hands, but he made no move to move or say anything. A growing fear was visible on his face as his eyes flickered between the two of you, an anxiety that was eating away at him with every passing second that you stayed quiet. You could see it in the way he curled into himself to make himself smaller.

It all washed away when you whispered a single word, a name.

“Mateo.”

His reaction was instant, as he leapt off the seat and ran towards you. Tears budding and spilling out of his eyes as he ran into your arms and wept. For you it had been a few days of knowing about and searching for a future you didn't know for him it'd been the first time he'd seen a parent in days, it didn't matter to him that you didn't actually know him yet – all that mattered was you were here. You meant safety and comfort to him, and soon he'd be back home in his own time.

By the time Layla, Matt, and Peter arrived to this hidden little corner they were met with you gently swaying side to side with a crying child buried deep in your arms. An anxious and faint looking Steven standing awkwardly to the side, who kept stealing glances at you and the child before swallowing hard and looking at anything else. Only to steal more glances every few seconds.

“Is this a bad time to bring up that your pigeon did bite me?”

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poedameronthighs · 2 years ago

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jake lockley's girl

f!reader x jake lockley

rating: teen

wc: 1790

warnings: protective!jake, autistic!Jake, autistic!reader, f!reader, gendered language, reader does wear a dress, Jake is NOT an asshole, reader gets bothered by some guy at the bar, kind of harassment, but reader not an any direct danger, guy just can't take a hint

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You’re in the shower when Jake gets home and you hear him puttering about the flat over the steady thrum of the shower. You know that it’s Jake because he tells you so. You also know that he’s going out later that night on A Job and you know this because you’d caught him planning the logistics of it a few nights ago. And by a few nights ago, you mean you fell asleep with Steven and woke up several hours later to Jake hunched over a spread of papers on the floor, one of the bendy lamps angled towards him.

“Hey, Jake!” you holler over the sound of the water.

“What?” he hollers back, but he sounds a lot closer than you realized and then you heard him shuffling around the bathroom.

“You’re going out tonight, right?”

Jake grunts, in his way that means yes.

“Do you want backup?”

Jake grunts again, but this time it means do what you want, I don’t care one way or another, which meant it probably wouldn’t be too dangerous or he would have put up a fight.

“I’ll come with you then.”

And he grunts, and leaves the bathroom, apparently done with whatever he was doing. (Privately, you suspect he was probably raiding the cabinet for more first aid supplies to replace whatever had been used from his stash in the car.)

So you go with him.

It’s kind of fun. Jake tells you to dress nice, so you do, finally getting to wear a sleek, fancy dress that you’d worn once, to a coworkers wedding, and do your hair and makeup nice, and when you emerge, ready to go, Jake gives you a once over and an appreciative smile as he slides his arm around your waist as he locks up.

Turns out he’s just doing some recon on some rich folks at some fancy gala thingy at what presumably was a hotel but looked populated by rich people only, so it couldn’t be that great.

“Okay,” Jake murmurs as the pair of you walk in, your hand tucked neatly into the crook of his tuxedo’d elbow, “I’m going to have to disappear for a few minutes, eventually. Don’t get lost, alright?”

You give him a wink and kiss his frowning cheek.

“When do I ever cause you trouble?” you ask innocently, and he narrows his eyes at your dangerously.

“I won’t be able to keep an eye on you the whole time,” Jake reiterates. He leans just far enough away from you to take in your outfit again - the high collared, sleeveless dress that almost looked black but is actually deep blue and glitters in the light, and the cutout that exposed almost your entire back. He leans back in, slipping his arm around you waist again and skimming his gloved hand down your spine. “And you look incredible.”

“You’re full of it,” you shoot back, leaning further into his space. This time, instead of responding, Jake rolls his eyes at you, unable to disguise the mirth pulling at his mouth, and leads you further into the crowd.

Neither of you were big fans of crowds, too much noise, too many people bumping into you, an inability to properly watch your back - but this crowd seemed to be fairly well behaved, and the live music was gentle string compositions. So you and Jake do what you do best, and drift around the room mirroring the other people here, laughing like they’d heard the same joke one group just heard, drifting away with an apologetic smile from another group like you would just love to stay and talk but you had to get going; made yourselves invisible by becoming visible.

The pair of you mingle mindlessly for awhile, fifteen, twenty minutes, with the same unfinished glass of champagne that you’d picked up from the first waiter you’d seen. Jake had pulled you to the side, close to the wall, for a breather, draining his glass and tucking you against his side, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he scans the room for - something. The something he was looking for finally caught his attention and he went tense beside you - as if Jake didn’t carry a similar tension already that was familiar to Marc’s. Without looking away, Jake tilts his head to you and says,

“Go get us something to drink,” and points out the open bar. You nod, because he is fully focused on the reason he needed to come here, and leave him with another kiss on the cheek.

You hand off your champagne glass to a waiter and affix your most charming smile on your face as you near the mostly deserted bar and saunter up to it, leaning your elbows on the bartop.

“Hey, can I get two martinis, please? Thanks,” you say with a wink, and the bartender grins back at you and turns to fix your drinks. It was quieter by the bar, miraculously, but you guessed rich people preferred to mingle and sip champagne - or at least that’s what this crowd was doing - instead of convene around the bar and throw back shots. As such, the bartender has your drinks ready in no time and soon you’re slowly sipping your martini and gazing around the ostentatious hotel lobby and bar.

“Hi.”

Slowly, you turn to see who was speaking to you. It was a man, what you would assume to be conventionally attractive, if the way he held himself and smiled at you was any indication, and you were pretty sure you’d seen him once or twice when you and Jake had been making your rounds.

“Hi,” you echo slowly.

“I’m Ernie.”

“Hi,” you say again, polite smile never wavering as you declined to tell him your name back. First of all, number one rule of going even slightly undercover is never give out your real name, and you don’t know who Jake had stolen invitation from, and secondly, you tend not to hand out your name to strange men who walk up to you at bars.

Ernie’s smile, on the other hand, does waver, so you turn back to your martini and people watching.

“Can I buy you a shot?” Ernie asks next, attempting to dial his smile back up to whatever wattage he thought appropriate, but you glance at him and smile and say,

“No, I’m good,” and raise your martini a little like, see?

“Ah,” Ernie says, deflating, and you hope this is the end of his fruitless attempts to flirt.

“I just, I really feel like I’ve seen you around here,” Ernie tries again, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. This man cannot take a hint apparently. You turn to him again, your smile becoming harder and harder to maintain and tell him sweetly,

“Well, you must have me confused with someone else. I’ve never been here before.”

You turn away again before he can try to recover, taking a gulp of your drink, and scanning the crowd to try and spot Jake. You could handle guys who wouldn’t leave you alone but sometimes it was nice when all Jake had to do was show up and glare.

“Waiting for someone?” Ernie asks, sounding more miserable than he did a moment ago.

“Yep!” you say cheerily and point to the second, untouched martini. “Trying to find him so I can get him his martini.”

And then you feel a hand touching the back of yours as it rests on the bartop and you look at Ernie so quickly your hair flies in your face.

“Hey, listen,” he’s saying, but he’s looking at your hand and not your face because if he was he’d see the glare on your face. You rip your hand away and open your mouth but before you can say anything, an arm settles around your shoulders and pulls you closer, and you don’t even flinch because the only person around to touch you like that is Jake and because you instantly recognize the spicy smell of his aftershave and you relax, minisculely, even though your glare remains firmly in place.

Ernie goes so pale, you briefly think he might pass out, and you don’t need to look at Jake’s face to know he is terrifying to behold. Still. Jake rips his gaze away from Ernie to look at you so you look at him. His eyes dart around your face, like he’s trying to assess if you’re hurt, if you’re in danger, if - you don’t know, but he is satisfied with whatever he sees on your face and turns back to Ernie.

Slowly, he raises his other arm and makes a shoo gesture.

Ernie trips over his own feet as he spins to make a break for it, but Jake’s arm shoots out and he grabs Ernie by the back collar and hauls him backward.

“Next time,” Jake growls, “don’t wait for a girl’s man to show up because she might not have one, and she shouldn't need one for you to take a hint.”

You’re pretty sure Ernie is actually crying when Jake releases him and he runs away, and Jake turns his full attention to you, absently rubbing his hand up and down your back. The slide of his glove against your skin is more comforting than you would have believed and you lean into him further.

“I had it handled,” you murmur, just for the sake of it, and Jake narrows his eyes at you.

“I know you do,” he agrees, and something in his eyes go a little dark. “But nobody messes with Jake Lockley’s girl and gets away with it.”

Something in you wants to preen, just a little, at being called his girl, but you resist the urge, and turn into him fully, slipping your arms beneath his jacket, and grin at him.

“Bet you regret asking me to come along, now, huh?”

Jake makes a sound of exasperation even as his hands settle on your waist and you begin to sway gently to the string music you can both hear over the sound of conversations.

“I didn’t ask you, you begged to come with me.”

You flutter your lashes at him.

“I always want to come with you, darling.”

“I can’t stand you,” Jake growls, glaring, but he leans in to kiss you sweetly, anyway - or at least, it’s mostly sweet. He can’t help swiping his tongue against your lipstick’d mouth, a teaser for what might happen after you leave.

“You can’t get enough of me,” you shoot back, breathless when he pulls away, and Jake smiles, skimming his hands down to your hips and back up.

“Finally, you said something I agree with.”

#my fic #jake lockley x fem!reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley

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